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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, love between boys,
and love among boys and a man.

   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).

   In this chapter, Danny and Brian open their arms to a man who is
learning to love them both and who they both love.

   Chapter 10: Expanding Horizons

   From Chapter 9:

   Danny sat up and pierced Dr.  Jameson with an unblinking stare.  "I've
got a question, then.  I know Brian likes bigger..." He paused a moment to
find the right word.  "He likes bigger cocks, you know, penises, in him.  I
don't mind.  It sounds sexy and I want him to be super happy.  Can he have
a bigger friend, you know, um, fuck him?"

   Danny was both proud and a little embarrassed about using the big boy
words with an adult.

   Dr.  Jameson knew he would not be able to stop a voracious boy like
Brian.  "Well," Dr.  Jameson answered, "I gave both you the shots your mom
wanted.  And Brian's anus is stronger than before he got hurt this time. 
So it's okay any time he wants.  Same warning about pain, though.  It will
be painful the first few times.  So take it easy.  And make sure the bigger
friend is careful and loving."

   "Got it!" Danny said.  "Now my last question.  Are you careful and
loving?"

   Dr.  Jameson threw up both hands.

   "Whoa, boy.  We can't do that.  I'm his doctor.  There's no way I could
do anything..."

   Brian and Danny threw their arms around the doctor.

   "Please.  Please," they begged as if they'd planned this.

   "You're the perfect person, Dr.  Jameson," Danny said once he
relinquished his grip on the man.  "You know Brian's probably going to do
it with someone bigger.  He hated the abuse.  But he loved the sex.  He
told me.  So if you're his first, you can make sure he's okay and
everything.  Please."

   "This is the other reason I tried to act so cool when I was treating
you, Brian.  I think you're really sexy.  You both are.  And I'm a boy
lover, so treating you was a challenge.  You have no idea how hard seeing
you naked got me, even as torn up as you were.  Damn!  Let me go talk to
your mother."

   Now on to Chapter 10

   As soon as Dr.  Jameson left the room, Brian turned to Danny and said,
"Quick, get the boner pills."

   Danny scurried to the small stash of items Brian had brought in his pack
that fateful -- wonderfully fateful -- Tuesday when his life had changed so
completely.

   No one was sure what to call that day.  Debra felt using the word "rape"
was too harsh, too painful, too full of bad memories for Brian.  It
certainly was for her, and the one time she'd used it around Danny, her
9-year old son burst into uncontrollable tears.  So when the subject came
up in a quiet discussion of what to call that day, Danny gave the best,
most loving suggestion.

   "It's easy," he said.  "We call it the day Brian came home." 

Danny knew exactly where the Cialis they called their boner pills was. 
He'd hidden them in the back of his closet along with three butt plugs and
a sounding kit Brian had stolen from his father that morning.

   Danny felt funny hiding things from his Mama, but Brian begged him not
to tell.  And Brian felt really awful that he'd stashed away a dozen tabs
of Ecstasy so that even Danny couldn't find them.  He loved the way they
made him so horny feeling, a great way to deal with the pain and
humiliation he'd endured so many years.  But now, even knowing that type of
pain and humiliation was a thing of the past, he didn't want to give up the
powerful sexual-fullness the drug produced in his body.

   This was the first time since Brian came home that either of them had
used Cialis.  They both had chubbies just thinking about having sex with
each other and with the doctor they both were learning to love.

   Danny held the orange triangle in his hand.  "I'm going to go get a
drink of water."

   "You don't need water," Brian responded.

   "Yeah, I do," Danny said.  "I hate swallowing pills without it."

   Brian leered at him.  "You can have all the liquid you need to wash it
down right here." He rubbed his crotch obscenely through his sweat pants.

   Brian giggled.  "Wash down the boner pill with Poopoo Daddy's piss. 
Sounds like fun." He climbed between Brian's legs, pulled off his pants,
popped the pill in his mouth, then swooped down on Brian's chubbing up
cock.

   "Let me know when it's down," Brian warned.  "I don't want to waste it.
I got other plans for it."

   When Danny had swallowed the pill and about a half cup or Brian's warm,
bitter piss, Danny raised his hand but kept his mouth on the hardening
dick.

   "My turn," Brian said.  He swung around, undid Danny's jeans, and pulled
them off, his four inch steel pipe still in his little lover's mouth.  He
popped the pill in.  He could have swallowed it with no trouble, but he
wasn't going to give up AN opportunity to drink Danny's pee.  Danny's penis
a hard little nail before Brian engulfed it.  He was still able to piss
with a hard on, so he let loose and flooded Brian's mouth.  He hadn't
realized how bad he needed to pee.

   Pills swallowed, the boys stripped naked, cuddled, and kissed.

   "You taste like pee," Danny said.

   "You too," Brian answered.  "Hey, I want Dr.  Jameson to do stuff to
both of us.  He's probably too big for you, but maybe you can suck him off.
You're so good at it.  But I really want him to fuck me.  So we gotta trick
him into taking a boner pill."

   "Why?"

   "When you start wet cumming it takes a long time to reload.  And someone
as old as him takes a long time getting hard again.  That's why these pills
are cool."

   "What pills?" Dr.  Jameson stood in the doorway, his voice edging toward
anger.

   Brian tried to hide the plastic pill bottle, but Danny didn't want any
secrets.  He took it from Brian's hand and offered it to the doctor. 
Jameson examined the bottle, shook the contents out, and examined them
closely as well.

   "Well, they look like real Cialis," he said.  "Not something boys your
age should know about let alone be taking.  But they won't hurt you.  Have
you taken them before?"

   Once again, Brian defaulted to deceit and tried to sputter out something
to cover their actions.  Danny broke him off mid-lie.

   "Yes, we've done it before.  We just took one, too.  They make us so
hard for so long.  It's wonderful.  And we want you to take one cuz,
well..."

   "I heard.  Because I'm an old man and can't keep it up anymore."

   The boys laughed, embarrassed they'd been caught.

   "Well, my two young, horny, naked, and incredibly beautiful boys, I do
want to `do stuff' with both of you.  Brian's right on a number of
accounts. First, I am not going to enter you, Danny.  You are too young and
it'll hurt too much.  Maybe some other time.  We'll see.  Second, if Brian
really wants it and it isn't too painful, I want to enter him.  Shit, I
want to fuck him.  Third, it does take an old man like me awhile to get
hard again after we cum, so a pill like Cialis is a real benefit.  Fourth,
Cialis will last too long for me today.  If I took one of those, I would
never leave.  I'd be here all night, and I have to get back home."

   The boys looked disappointed when they heard the news.

   "That means you're only going to sex one of us," Danny said.  "Do Brian.
He needs it most."

   "Hold up there, Danny.  I hadn't gotten to number five." Dr.  Jameson
reached into his medical bag and brought out a bottle of little blue pills.
"These are Viagra.  They take longer to work and don't last as long as
Cialis." He popped one into his mouth and swallowed.  "But with these, I'll
be able to get back to work and not have a hard on around my patients, none
of whom are as sexy as the two of you.  Viagra may take longer to work, but
I don't have to use them to make me hard like the men who usually take them
worry about.  Your sexy bodies and your beautiful erections have me hard as
a rock right now.  I just want to take it to keep me hard longer.  Like
your Cialis."

   "So Mama said it was okay for you to, you know, fuck me?" Brian asked.

   "With her blessing.  It didn't take much convincing on my part.  She
knows you're going to get some man to fuck you.  She knows she couldn't
stop you.  She agreed with you, Danny.  It should be someone who cares the
first few times.  If it's okay with you, though Brian, I want Danny to fuck
you first.  That should loosen you up a little.  Then I want him to blow
me. That way, I'll last more than 10 seconds when I get in you.  If I don't
do that, I'm not even sure I'll last that long."

   As he finished, Dr.  Jameson began taking off his sport jacket, but he
wasn't able to finish.  Two naked boys, boners pointing to heaven, rushed
him, knocked him on the bed, and began bombarding him with kisses.  Busy
hands clumsily undressed him until he was naked save for his boxers.

   "Is that pee, Dr.  Jameson?" Danny asked poking at a four inch wet spot
that sullied the front of the boxers right at the tip of the doctor's six
and a half inch cock.

   "Calling me `Dr.  Jameson' seems a little formal since I'm about to
molest the two of you.  Call me Paul.  And that's precum.  Why don't you
explain it to Danny, Brian."

   "You've seen mine, Danny.  Only I don't get a lot.  When guys get older,
they make more.  Dr.  Jameson -- I mean Paul -- makes a lot."

   "Can we see it, Dr.  P," Danny asked.  "Can we see your, um, penis?"

   "Dr.  P.  I like that.  And yes, pull my boxers off you little sex
fiends."

   Danny had only ever seen photos and videos of grown men's cocks before.
While some of the ones he'd seen on video were larger than Dr.  P's, in
person, the man's cock still looked huge to the young boy.  A steady stream
of viscid fluid seeped from the deep purple, almost two inch, uncircumcised
cockhead.

   "Wow!" Danny took a deep breath.  "It is SO big.  Isn't it Brian.  Isn't
it like the biggest dickie you've ever seen?"

   "Not the biggest, sweetheart," Brian answered.  "But it's the prettiest
man's `dickie' I've ever seen.  And it's gonna be a challenge getting the
`dickie's' head in my hole."

   "Can I taste the dribbles, Dr.  P?" Danny asked.  "No wait.  Brian.  Why
don't you do it?"

   "No, baby.  Precum's a real treat.  You try it," Brian whispered.

   Danny leaned over and licked the puddle that had formed on the man's
belly.  Then he slurped the strand that was stretching from the cockhead,
making a sound like he was sucking up noodles from chicken soup.

   "Yummy, yummy, yummy, I got cummy in my tummy," he sang, reverting to
the little boy childishness he loved to assume with Brian.  "Brian, help me
out, okay?"

   Brian moved in position and began tongue bathing Dr.  Dr.  P's six and a
half, thick, uncircumcised rod.  The man's cock drooled steadily.

   Although self-described as gay, Dr.  Jameson was more a boy lover than
man lover.  Until this moment, however, as an adult he had never been with
a boy, let alone two, sexy ones.  The closest he'd gotten was a small,
girlish looking 18-year old who looked 14.  Until right now, he'd had to
satisfy his urges with fantasies.  But now he was on a king sized bed with
a gorgeous red headed 13-year old and his petite 9-year old lover.  And he
was there with their Mama's blessing to do anything the boys wanted.

   "Hey, guys," Dr.  P said, panting, "I'd like to get this on film so I
can have something to remember when I get lonely."

   "Lonely?" Brian laughed.  "You mean horny, don't you?  Yeah, we'd love
it.  Right, Danny?  Where's your camera?"

   "In my van.  I'll be right back."

   Dr.  P stood up and started to pull his pants on.  Danny stopped him. 
"You don't have to do that.  Your van's in the garage.  Why don't we all go
down and get your camera?"

   Jameson felt awkward walking through the house with two naked boys,
himself equally bare and all sporting erections.  But he was not in charge
here.  These two gamins were figuratively leading him by his penis, and as
they left the boys' room, Danny was literally doing so as well.

   Passing the living room, all three looked in to see Debra Peters nursing
little Timmy.  She waved.  They all waved back, Danny and Brian
enthusiastically, Dr.  Jameson sheepishly.  The doctor couldn't believe the
dream he was currently living.  Here, a 9-year old boy with a tight grip on
his erection had just waved at his mother as if it were the most natural
thing in the world.  And that mother knew they were all going to have sex
in a short time.  Most natural thing in the world?  Maybe, he mused to
himself, it was.  Maybe the condemnation of man-boy love was unnatural.

   In the garage, Dr.  P pulled out three tripods and three video cameras.
He'd already used one of the cameras three weeks prior to document Brian's
injuries in the event legal action was necessary.  Ostensibly, that's why
he owned the cameras and tripods: in case they were needed for medical or
legal reasons.  In fact he had used them for this reason.  But mostly
they'd been used to document hot sexual play -- but always between men. 
Until this day.

   "Oh wow!  Cool!" Brian said.  "This is gonna be great.  I thought it'd
be a regular camera but you're gonna do the whole thing.  You are so cool,
Dr.  P." He hugged the man around the waist.

   The three very erect, very excited males trudged single file on their
way back up to Danny and Brian's room.  Dr.  P lead the way, trailed by
Brian and then Danny, each lugging a tripod with video cam.  In the front
hallway, they met up with Debra, She had just finished nursing Timmy and
was carrying him up to his crib in her room.

   "Oh my," she said, "you all look so cute walking single file like a
mother duck and her two horny little ducklings." With her free hand she
tweaked the tip of Danny's erection and then Brian's.  This was the first
time she'd touched Danny's penis since he was a little boy and the first
time ever for Brian.  Both boys looked at her goggle-eyed.

   "Paul, I'm glad to see you're going to film the fun you're going to
have. I'm glad I suggested it.  In this way, the boys can enjoy what you're
about to do when you're not here."

   There was something she hadn't told Jameson when she first suggested the
filming.  She trusted him.  Immensely.  Completely.  But she knew that
nothing truly bad would happen if the three of them were filmed.

   "I have a favor to ask all three of you.  I have an appointment in town,
but I don't want to take Timmy.  I don't want to interfere with your fun,
but can we roll his crib into your room, Danny.  He'll sleep a long time
and shouldn't be a bother."

   "You don't mind him being there when we're ...  you know ...  doing
stuff?" Danny asked.

   "If he wakes up, all he'll see is three people loving each other.  Worse
could happen." Debra kissed Brian gently on his bright red hair.

   Debra Peters knew exactly what she was doing.  She knew instinctually
that Danny and Brian had brought Timmy into their simpler sex play.  She
knew they wanted him to widen their circle of two as he got older.  As she
said, worse things could happen.

   Five minutes later, the cameras were all set up around the king sized
bed.  Paul and Debra had rolled the crib into a corner of the room not
covered by the cameras.  Debra kissed her two boys and was about to leave
when Brian caught her gently by the arm.

   He squinched up his face and asked quietly, "Can I have some before you
go.  Just a little.  It makes me feel so good."

   "Me too!" Danny squealed.

   "Okay.  But no filming."

   Paul Jameson watched from a short distance as the two boy suckled at
Debra's milk-laden breasts.  It was an incredibly beautiful, incredibly
loving, incredibly sexy scene.  He knew both boys got a strong sexual
charge from the act.  The drop of precum on Brian's red cock tip indicated
that.  But he knew they were both getting so much more.

   As they finished and Debra pulled her blouse around her breasts, the
doctor asked, "You really enjoy that, don't you, Debra?"

   Her smile was her answer.

   "How long are you going to nurse Timmy?"

   "I haven't decided yet.  I might not stop.  My other two boys seem to
enjoy it.  And except for breast leakage, which nursing bras take care of,
there's no downside for me.  But time to go!"

   Before Debra was out the bedroom door, the two boys knocked Jameson onto
the bed and were alternately deep kissing him, eager, small tongues digging
into his eager mouth.

   "Wow!" Dr.  P said.  "If your Mama's milk tastes half as good as your
two mouths, I can see why you like it so much."

   Debra waved goodbye one last time as the two boys rustled around on the
huge bed, both snuggling between the man's muscular thighs.  They began
licking his cock at the same time, one on each side of the iron hard
instrument.  Dr.  P reveled in the moist sexiness of the two tongues
bathing him when suddenly only one tongue remained.  Then it, to, stopped
licking his cock.

   A brief shifting on the bed, and then a soft, moist mouth touched his
purple cockhead.  At the exact same time, as if choreographed by the two
sexy boys, another, smaller tongue began circling around his asscheeks,
slowly drawing closer and closer to the tight hole at the center.

   Dr.  P lifted his head to watch red-haired Brian slowly forcing his
mouth down over his cock.  The boy's red lips were stretched wide as they
reached the flared corona, forcing the tight foreskin down beneath it.  A
small, white blond head moved between his legs, bounced around as if
dancing to unheard music.  Just when Dr.  P thought the feelings roiling
though his groin couldn't get any more intense, Brian touched his young
partner's shoulder and the feelings ratcheted up to an even higher level.
With that quick touch, Brian pushed a good three inches down on Dr.  P's
drooling prick, and Danny stabbed his tongue against the man's tight
asshole.

   "Stop, boys.  Stop now.  I don't want to cum yet."

   A smiling Danny lifted his head from between Dr.  P's legs.  Brian
pulled his mouth up an inch and plunged down the full six and a half inches
of thick, steely cock.  The man's broad glans rested in Brian's throat,
squeezed by three swallows.  Then the boy pulled off.  Saliva strung from
his lips to the throbbing cockhead.

   Brian sat on his knees while catching his breath.  Danny was bouncing on
his tummy like a little kid at Christmas, pushing his little two inch nail
against the sheets.

   "You smell so good back there, Dr.  P.  It's all sweaty.  But" he
continued, "it doesn't smell like poop.  And it doesn't taste like it."

   "Sorry, sweet boy, I try to wipe well.  You like poop smell?"

   Danny smiled.  "I LOVE it."

   "How about you, Brian?"

   Brian nodded his head vigorously.  "We both love it," the older boy
said. "And the way poopy holes taste, too."

   "Well if you like the smell, you might want to get your heads back down
there fast," Dr.  P told them.

   Just as Brian and Danny got their heads near the man's hole, he let go a
huge fart, stimulated by the tonguing his hole had received.  But
rimming-stimulated farts are often without much smell, this one was quite
the contrary.  As the brown, tight-ringed hole fluttered, a strong,
shit-tinged stench erupted and filled the air.  Both boys inhaled deeply
allowing the stinking gas to spread throughout their mouths and throat. 
The lingering fetid taste was wonderful.

   Danny dived down to clamp his lips around Dr.  P's hole.  His tongue
licked and probed the man's tight hole in hopes of tasting any errant
pieces of poop that might have escaped.  Just as the reek was fading, Dr. P
let slip another fart, this one even ranker.  Danny's cheeks bulged with
the explosion of intestinal gas.  His eyes widened in surprise as the heavy
taste of the nasty fart filled his mouth, tingling his taste buds.  Then
the smell wafted to his nose through the back of his mouth.  It was so
strong, so shit-tinged that he got light headed almost, but not quite,
nauseated.  Instead, he shivered from enjoyment.

   "Hey boys, I got a confession to make," Dr.  P said.  "Your Mama told me
some of the things she thinks you're doing.  Some of the messy things.  I
don't do any real messy stuff now.  A little pee stuff with friends but
that's it.  But now my confession: I used to think about nasty, sorry, not
nasty, messy stuff when I was a kid, too."

   Danny was enthralled.  "Yeah.  It IS nasty.  I like nasty.  What'd you
do?" he asked.

   "It's kind of embarrassing.  I'm a doctor, after all.  But when I was
between 11 and 14, if I was alone at home sometimes I peed my pants. 
That's not all.  I pooped them, too, sometimes.  Like I said, kind of
embarrassing."

   "No.  It's cool!" Brian said.  "I done that too.  I love the feeling of
full pants.  But Danny hasn't tried.  Yet.  You wanna do it today?"

   "Sounds like fun," Dr.  P said.  "But I don't think today."

   "Someday?" Danny asked.  Dr.  P's answer was to smile and gently push
both boys back onto the bed.  Without saying a word, he arranged Danny with
his head pointing to the foot of the bed.  He placed Brian in the other
direction with his legs draped over Danny's, their perineums pressing
together.  He pulled Brian's ball sack from between their groins.  When he
tried to pull Danny's small balls up, all he got hold of was tight skin, no
balls.

   "Your boy balls seem to have retreated inside your body, Danny.  They do
this a lot?"

   "When I get really, you know, excited.  Horny.  Then they jump up inside
me."

   Dr.  P stared at the two, extremely hard boy penises.  Each was pointed
toward its possessor's chin.  Brian's 4-inch penis lay flat, the sheathed
cockhead tight against his taut abdomen and dripping precum.  Danny's
2-incher angled upward slightly, leaving a half inch gap between his light
purple peepee head and his slightly round tummy.

   "You know, guys," Dr.  P said taking a deep, audible breath, "the first
boy penis I saw in person since I've grown up was Brian's.  The only other
ones I've seen were in photos and movies.  I have to tell you both, you
have the two most beautiful penises I have ever seen.  Man or boy.  They
are gorgeous.

   "I love that you aren't circumcised, Brian.  Your skin is just tight
enough to accentuate your perfectly formed glans ...  cockhead.  And you,
Danny, you were perfectly circumcised.  Your little glans looks almost like
an arrowhead.  They're beautiful enough to kiss."

   Dr.  P pulled the two hard rods together with thumb and forefinger. 
He'd first seen Brian's penis when he stitched him up three weeks earlier.
It looked like a pretty typical flaccid, uncircumcised penis for a 13-year
old.  Soft, it was just about two inches.  When it erected -- the first
time when he was delivering an enema -- it was a comfortable four inches.
Dr.  P had read far too many stories on erotic web sites where 13-year olds
sported 8 or 9 inch monsters.  Being a medical man, he knew that was
impossible.  Brian was perfect in every way.

   But when Danny's small, little boy cock was pressed beside Brian's, the
older boy looked very big in comparison.  Almost twice as wide and a good
two inches longer, the comparison was stunning.

   Dr.  P next did what he'd done with some of his men partners, something
he'd dreamed about doing with boys but never thought he'd be able to.  He
leaned over and began tongue bathing the two spring-hard boy cocks at the
same time. .  He spent a full minute kissing and licking up and down the
outside of both penises.  The boys were panting from the feelings
enwrapping their groins.  His lips paused briefly at Brian's tip, then his
tongue dipped into the drooling pisshole.

   From there he licked down and paid attention to Danny's hard, pointed
cockhead.  Finally, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.  He pushed
his mouth down, completely engulfing both boys' cocks at the same time.

   Danny squeaked and shivered and at once his cocklet throbbed in a dry
cum.  As he often did, he shot a few squirts of piss into the man's mouth,
squirts that were immediately swallowed.  But he didn't pull out.  He
fuckeed his dickie in and out of Dr.  P's mouth, rubbing the underside of
it against the underside of Brian's penis.  Danny had never had a man in
his life, and now he had one -- as well as his lover whom he was
stimulating with his frantic thrusts.

   Having cum once, Danny could concentrate on the delicious feelings
surrounding him.  His lovers cock was rubbing his peepee's sweet spot.  The
man's saliva was dribbling on his tummy.  A large, masculine hand slipped
underneath his rear -- underneath Brian's as well.  Something from that
hand -- had he been able to see, Danny would have known it was Dr.  P's
thumb -- was prodding his hole.  Brian could feel the same prodding, but
for him it came from the man's little finger.

   This wonderful double suck went on for at least 10 minutes, Dr.  P
bringing Brian to the edge several times and then slowing down.  Finally,
Brian knew he would explode if he felt any more.  He pulled abruptly out
and pushed Dr.  P's head away.

   "No, no more!" he gasped.  "Don't wanna cum yet." Dr.  P continued
sucking Danny but reached over with his free hand an squeezed Brian's balls
just hard enough to halt the impending orgasm.

   "Ow!" Brian yelled, arching his back.  When he caught his breath, he
said, "Thank you." Just at that moment, Danny spasmed again and shot
several large sprays of piss into the man's mouth during his orgasm.  Then
he collapsed, worn out from his second intense orgasm in 10 minutes.

   "Mmmm.  Your urine tastes good, Danny," Dr.  P said.

   Brian swung around and clamped his mouth over the man's to taste his
little lover's urine.

   When he'd had his taste, he pulled away and said, "It's the best fucking
piss I've ever tasted, Doc." Then he turned to Danny and asked, "Wanna
taste?"

   Danny sensed what Brian was going to do.  He opened his mouth like a
hungry little chick.  Brian swished the saliva around in his mouth for a
few seconds and then let a long, frothy wad of spit drip slowly into
Danny's mouth.

   "Baby wants more," Danny said.  Both he and Brian realized they might be
taking a chance with Dr.  Jameson, but they both sensed that the man wanted
to be a part of their nastiness.  Brian hocked deep into his throat and
came up with a snotty loogey.  He stuck out his tongue so the other two
could see the slimy, yellowish wad.

   "Yes.  Yes.  Baby wants loogey.  Baby wants snotties," Danny chanted.

   Brian hocked up more, mixed in in his mouth, then spat it forcefully at
the 9-year old's upper lip.  It stuck there then slowly dripped into the
little boy's open mouth.Danny licked off what remained.

   Dr.  P gently moved Brian aside and he, too, hocked deep into his
throat. He spat his own slimy, dark loogey into the eager boy's mouth.  He
then closer, covered one nostril then the other.  Each time, he blew his
snot into the open maw beneath him.  Brian was amazed that this symbol of
health and cleanliness could be so nasty.  So he did the only thing he
could imagine doing.  He followed suit, blowing his own snot into Danny's
mouth.

   The three quickly moved into position to share deep tongue kisses with
each other in turn, passing the slimy mess back and forth.

   When they were done, all three collapsed to the bed, breathless.

   After catching his breath, Dr.  P positioned the boys on their tummies,
knees pulled up underneath them, giving him easy access to their holes.

   "That was a lot of fun, boys.  I've wanted to do something like that
with beautiful boys like you for years.  But you're first ones ever.  Now,
I do want to do what we set out to do.  If you remember, that was to fuck
Brian.  So I want to get you ready.'

   Danny immediately piped up, "Can you do me, too.  Brian's done it before
and I LOVE getting fucked!" Danny also loved using the nasty, big boy
words.

   Oh man," Dr.  P moaned, "there's nothing I'd like more than fucking both
of you gorgeous boys.  But I'm not sure you're ready for it, Danny.  I know
I won't cause any damage, but I don't want to hurt you.  You know, cause
you pain."

   "That's just what Brian said," Danny countered.  "And I took him fine.
You gotta do me.  Please.  Please.  Please."

   "He's right," Brian said, "He took it okay.  A little poopies, maybe,
and a little blood.  But it was so sweet being in him.  And he fucking
loved it."

   "I'll think about it, guys.  But now let's get you ready, Brian,"

   Dr.  P knelt behind and between the boys' legs.  "Even if I only do
Brian, I want to make you both feel good now.  Both of you, pull your
cheeks apart for me." He was greeted by two breathtaking sights.

   In the three weeks of having nothing but bowel movements pass through
it, Brian's anus had lost much of its red puffiness.  It was tight,
wrinkled, and only slightly discolored from the seven years of abuse it had
received.  The only major reminder of the abuse was white, rice-sized scar
tissue from the stitches that had repaired the boy's rectum.  It was like
his asshole was virgin once again.  And since he'd just recently had those
stitches removed, the entire area around the pucker was spotlessly clean.

   Danny's boy hole presented a different sight.  And smell.  It was
obvious the youngster hadn't wiped after his last BM.  Twin, brown shit
tracks ran down either side of his butt crack.  His hole was caked with
dried feces and reddened from not having been wiped.  The smell, pure,
deep, dank shit smell, wafted back toward the doctor and hardened his firm
cock even more.

   Saving best for last, Dr.  P dove into Brian's crack and licked
decreasing circles around the taut cheeks, coming closer, closer to the
pinkish-brown pucker.  Periodically he'd stab his tongue at one of freckles
spattering the boy's cheeks.  The licking tickled the boy slightly, and as
much as he tried, Brian wasn't able to suppress his giggles.

   Finally at the center of his quest, Dr.  P slobbered on the boy's tight
pucker, then jabbed his tongue in hard.  Pushing steadily, the thick tongue
finally breached the tight sphincter.  Dr.  P was rewarded with what he'd
hoped was there.  While Brian's crack and hole were spotless, his rectum
wasn't.  Soft, warm shit sat right at the end of the 13-year old's
intestine, soft because of the stool softener he'd been taking.  The doctor
slowly pushed his tongue onward, careful not to push the shit back upward
but allowing it to settle farther and farther along his tongue.  Saliva
moistened the mass, allowing it to pool on his tongue then slide down his
throat.

   Then he was out and starting a similar tongue bath of the smaller, more
delicate boy on the right.  This time, though, the cheeks he bathed weren't
clean.  They were foul and reeked.  Dr.  P was determined to clean the
retched filth from the boy's ass and spent a good ten minutes doing so
until every single streak, smear, and fleck of brown was washed from the
child's exterior.

   Danny's sphincter gave more easily to the man's probing tongue.  He'd
obviously been fucked frequently over the past few weeks.  Dr.  P thought
it was sweet that even though Brian could not enjoy anal play, he was
willingly giving it to his little lover.

   Once inside Danny rectum, the doctor's tongue met a similar barrier as
it had met in Brian's.  Only this barrier -- another warm mass of boyshit
-- was firmer.  The man loved the taste that pooled on his tongue.

   Then Danny's boy hole started to twitch and his rectal muscles started
to contract and relax regularly.  Was the boy trying to shit?  Dr.  P
wasn't sure he was ready for that quite yet.  If ever.  Seeing him shit
interested the man.  Maybe even holding it or, god forbid, licking it.  But
actually having a boy -- this boy -- shit in his mouth?

   Then Dr.  P made a startling self-discovery.  He wished he could suck
out the entire piece of shit and swallow it whole.

   But not now.  That's not what Danny was doing.  With a giggle, the boy
farted loudly, blowback from the rimming and his own rumbling tummy gas. 
Dr.  P could feel a few wet spatters hit his face around his mouth.

   The doctor lifted his mouth away from the delights it was enjoying.

   "Oooooo, poopy face," Danny cried, pointing to the brown spatters.

   Both boys turned around to face the doctor.  Danny leaned forward,
tongue out, ready to lick his wet fart tracks off the man's face.

   "No you don't, Poopoo Baby," Brian said, gently pushing Danny away. 
"Since it's your poopoo, it's Poopoo Daddy's job to clean it up." He leaned
forward and began licking the shit spatters off Dr.  P's face.  The man
loved the feeling.  He loved the idea that he was participating in this
depth of filth with two beautiful boys.  He loved that they had let him
into the world of Poopoo Daddy and Poopoo Baby.

   When his face was clean, and then some, the doctor turned to the
white-blond haired boy and said, "Danny, in my bag there's a blue and white
tube in a plastic bag.  Can you bring you bring the bag here?"

   "KY!" Danny chirped.  "Sure.  I know what that is."

   The tube looked a little different from the one Brian had used with
Danny over the last few weeks.  The end had a 3-inch black tube with a
bright yellow cover.  Dr.  P removed the cover and dropped it back into the
bag.  The tube was covered with small holes.

   "Why's that on it?" Brian asked.  He'd seen KY tubes for seven years and
he'd never seen one like this.

   "It's so I can get the lubricant deeper inside you."

   "Fingers work for that."

   "Yes, but this will make the entire process easier, less painful."

   "I don't mind a little pain, Dr.P" Brian continued.

   "Maybe not.  But I do.  I know it will hurt some, but I want to minimize
your pain," the doctor responded.  "This will almost be like your first
time.  Well, if you're like the men I've fixed up."

   "You mean I'm like a virgin again?  Like I got my boy cherry back?"

   "Sort of." Dr.  P could read a mixture of emotions cross Brian's face.
"But I don't want to be the one to break your cherry, darling.  That should
be your lover's job.  I want Danny to go first.  Plus it'll open you up a
little for me.  Okay, let me grease you up."

   Dr.  P squeezed the tube.  KY oozed through the tiny holes.  He spread
the jelly liberally on two fingers and then spread it evenly around the
tip.

   "It's going to be easier if you get on your tummy and pull your legs in.
You know, kind of like a doggy," Dr.  P directed Brian.

   The red haired boy shook his head.  "No, sir.  I want to watch Danny's
face.  And when you do it, I want to see yours.  You're way different from
all the others."

   Using his middle finger, the man carefully pressed against the recently
healed boy hole, rubbing in tiny, almost imperceptible circles.  The anus
was tight and resisted the finger's entrance then slowly loosened.  The
finger edged in a fingertip's length.  Brian's face twisted in discomfort.
And in spite of being fueled by Cialis, the boy lost his boner.

   "Does it hurt too much, honey?" the man asked.  Brian shook his head
emphatically.  "Help him out, Danny.  Brian, bear down like you have to
poop."

   Danny scooted beside his lover, gave him a long, deep tongue kiss, then
lay his head on Brian's tummy.  He licked the softened penis, then sucked
it into his mouth.  The effect on Brian was perfect.  He drew in a deep
breath, his body shook, and his sphincter relaxed.  Dr.  P's finger slipped
in all the way, edging next to the soft mass sitting just inside the
opening.

   "Okay baby, I'm going to keep my finger in and slip the tip of the
lubricant in next to it.  We have to keep it out of the fecal mass inside
you.  If we don't the holes get plugged.

   "Fecal mass?" Brian laughed.  "You mean boy shit, don't you?"

   "Yes, wonderful, soft, stinky, beautiful Brian boy shit.  Do you want to
get rid of it before Danny fucks you?"

   "No way, dude.  I hella want Danny to fuck my shit!"

   Dr.  P kept squeezing the tube of KY, filling the rectum with a good
quarter of its contents.  This was far more lube than the man normally
used, of course, but he wanted the rectum well-greased.  He slowly withdrew
the tube, keeping his finger inside.

   "How you feeling, honey?"

   "Full.  Like I'm gonna poop all over your arm.  Horny.  Hurts a little.
But it's cool."

   As Brian was talking, the man was slowly, carefully inserting a second
finger.  Brian could feel the stretching but it didn't hurt much.

   "You feel loose enough for a virgin boy, honey," Dr.  P said.  "Do you
think you're ready for Danny?"

   "Virgin boy?  Wow!  It's been seven years since I lost my cherry.  But
it does feel tight.  And I can't wait to get your your sweet dickie poking
at my shit hole, Danny.  I got a surprise for you!"

   "Bet I know what it is, Poopoo Daddy," Danny replied getting into
position between Brian's legs.  "I bet you got my second favoritest thing
in the world waiting for me."

   "What's that, Danny?" Dr.  P asked.

   "Poopoo Daddy poopoo.  Brian's poop.  That's what."

   "What's most favorite?"

   Danny laughed.  "Brian, of course.  My Poopoo Daddy!"

   Brian lifted his knees to his chest as Danny scooted closer, his
iron-hard two incher pointing skyward.  Dr.  P slowly removed his fingers
and was about to wipe the slick, jelly and poop smears on the towel he'd
slipped beneath the thirteen year old.  Before he could, though, Danny
grabbed them and sucked them into his mouth.

   "You like the taste?" the doctor asked.

   "I don't like KY," Danny answered.  "But I love Brian's poop.  I guess
I'm kinda weird or crazy."

   "No way, sweetheart.  Lots of gay men like poop.  You're just a little
young, I guess.  If you're ready to enter Brian, let me get you situated."

   Danny giggled.  "I think it's funny how you say `enter.' I'm going to
FUCK my boyfriend.  FUCK his shitter." Each time he said the forbidden
word, he yelled it.  He then scooted even closer, letting Dr.  P bend his
boner into place.

   "Ready, Brian," Dr.  P asked?

   "Fuck yeah.  I was born ready!"

   Dr.  P mentally acknowledged that there was probably a great deal of
truth to the boy's glib statement.  He suspected correctly that Brian's
father had probably been sexualizing his younger son from a very young age,
much like Danny was doing with Timmy.  The difference, though, was that
Brian's father -- Michael Sr.  -- hadn't cared about his infant son's
pleasure when he sexed with him.  When he sucked the infant's little penis,
he'd nip the foreskin with his teeth or chew roughly on the flaccid little
tube.  He'd finger fuck him brutally, causing the infant to yowl, the cries
ignored by the infant's cranked-up mother.

   The infant was just 2 weeks old when the man first started having his
son suck him.  Within a month, he was shoving his cock into the infant's
throat, frequently causing Brian to pass out.  The lack of oxygen may, in
fact, have accounted for the older boy's poor performance in school.

   Not content to contain the abuse to himself, when Brian passed his third
month, the senior O'Herlihy introduced his elder son to the pleasures of
abusing his infant brother.  He first encouraged five-year old Michael Jr.
to feed his hard little boy dickie into the infant's suckling lips.  Since
Michael had been sexed early as well, he pumped the tiny mouth until he got
his feeling.  Next he taught the boy to finger fuck his infant brother's
hole, then having Brian suck the finger clean.

   One day ramped up on crank himself, Michael Sr.  put a naked Brian on
the older boy's bed.  He then told the older brother to piss on the little
guy, then had him turn and shit on the piss-soaked, shivering naked
infant's body.  The senior O'Herlihy was so turned on by the sight before
him, he climbed on the bed, pushed Michael Jr.'s face into the pile of soft
boy shit on Brian's tummy, and brutally raped the 5 year old for the first
time.

   Michael Jr.  never forgave Brian for that day, for the brutal rape.

   But Dr.  P didn't know any of these details.  He would have been shocked
and sickened had he known.  But he would not have been surprised.  He just
knew that the thirteen year old was a very sexy, very sexed up young man
who wanted, no needed, to be used hard sexually.

   Dr.  P gently pushed Danny's back, scooting him forward an inch more. 
With his left hand, the man pulled the teen boy's skinny cheeks apart. 
With a free finger of the other hand, the hand that had bent the hard,
little pecker down, he aimed Danny's cock tip at Brian's hole.

   "Go slowly, Danny."

   The last thing Danny wanted to do was go slowly.  He'd been on the
receiving end of Brian's hard four inches for the last three weeks,
starting two days after Brian "came home" and recovered enough to feel
horny again.  A natural bottom, Danny loved feeling his lover plow his poop
chute, something he'd been experiencing at least three times a day.  But he
also knew how much Brian loved to be fucked, and Danny loved fucking him,
sharing something so special with another bottom.

   So he didn't want to take it easy, but the last thing he wanted to do
was hurt Brian.  He slowly pushed forward through the light grasp of the
man.  His acorn-sized cocklet tip tingled as it pushed against the tight,
greasy sphincter.  Danny had never felt the older boy's hole so tight
before.  In the few times he'd fucked Brian, his pricklet slipped in
easily. This time, though, he could feel the muscular ring very slowly part
as he pushed forward more.

   Danny's little purple arrowhead tip pushed through the anal sphincter.

   Brian gasped.

   "You okay, honey?" Dr.  P asked.

   "Yeah.  Hurts a little.  But feels so good too," Brian responded.

   Danny kept pushing, feeling the tight ring squeezing his shaft almost
painfully.  He pushed forward and could feel the warm soft mass inside the
older boy's rectum envelope his spearhead.

   When Danny bottomed out his two inches he whispered to his lover,
"You're so tight, Brian.  It's awesome.  I love you.  I so fuckin' love
you."

   "I can really feel you in me, Poopoo Baby," Brian said.  "You feel so
good.  So big.  Go faster.  Please.  Fuck me harder!"

   Danny looked at Dr.  P quizzically.

   "Yes, Danny," the man answered the unvoiced question.  "You can go
faster.  I did a good job and you're not going to injure him."

   That was all the permission Danny needed.  He pulled and pushed like a
madman.  Several times his prick slipped out but his timing was so fast
that it poked back in immediately.  Within three minutes, his balls
tightened.  A deep, hot pressure built inside them, and his rod started
jerking.  He could feel, truly feel, liquid squirt through the spasming
piss slit.

   Not stopping his fucking, Danny called out, "I think I cummed.  I think
I cummed."

   "No honey," Dr.  P advised, you're still too young.  You haven't grown
in the right places."

   "It was really wet.  I felt it." Danny's cocklet kept thrusting and
retreating.

   "I think you're one of those rare boys who squirt urine when they cum,
Danny.  I used to do it before I started wet cumming.  Feels good doesn't
it?"

   "Well then, I just peed into your poop, Poopoo Daddy."

   Danny rode Brian's tight ass for another ten minutes, mashing into
Brian's shit and piss-cumming three more times.  Dr.  P watched Brian's
rising excitement closely.  Every time he sensed the bigger boy approaching
orgasm, he'd give a quick and mildly painful tweak to the teen's
almond-sized balls.

   Finally, worn out, Danny collapsed onto Brian's chest.  After a couple
of minutes, the older boy started kissing all over Danny's face softly,
romantically.

   "I love you so much it hurts, Danny."

   "I love you too, Brian." The tears running down Danny's face were wet
testimony to the truth of his words.  "Now, you ready for Dr.  P?  I know
you need it.  I want to help."

   "Yeah, I'm so ready.  Hope you don't mind, baby.  I need a big one in
me. First I need a favor."

   "What?"

   "Get your mouth down there.  I got something for you."

   "You going to poop in my mouth?"

   "Not poop.  Just do it."

   Danny scooted down between Brian's legs and clamped his lips around
Brian's revitalized poop hole.  Dr.  P watched closely as Brian shifted in
the bed slightly, strained, and then farted.  The sound and smell were
muffled by Danny's lips, but enough wafted to the man's nose to know that
Danny was tasting some nasty, fetid stink.

   "Here it comes, baby," Brian called out as he strained some more.  Three
good sized squirts of shit-flavored piss splashed into the younger boy's
mouth.  A few weeks earlier, before the brutal rape, Brian probably would
have evacuated his bowels, but the repairs Dr.  P had made on Brian's
asshole kept it tight enough that only the piss and a few tiny flecks of
poop made their way into Danny's mouth.  He swallowed eagerly then sucked
hard at Brian's hole.  His lover rewarded him with two more squirts, the
last of Danny's "piss-cum."

   Danny unclamped his lips from his lover's asshole and slid up on Brian's
chest.  He pressed his lips against Brian's and forced the spit warmed
poopy-piss into the boy's mouth.  There wasn't much, but what there was
Brian slurped down eagerly.

   "I got more if you want.  My bladder is super full," Danny said sitting
closer so his Cialis-fueled, poo-streaked boner poked right at Brian's
lips.

   "Yeah, I do.  But maybe Dr.  P wants some first."

   Dr.  P looked at the two-inch boner, streaked in brown, eager to be
swallowed and cleaned.

   "I'd love it," the man said.  "But I don't want to spoil your guys fun."

   Danny answered by shifting around on the bed and then kneeling, bringing
his boner within inches of the man's face.

   "It's poopy, Dr.  P," the boy said, "and filled with yummy boy pee.  And
it's all yours."

   It had been years since Dr.  P was a young boy and had engaged in truly
nasty play.  Sure, he loved cleaning men's cocks after they'd plowed his
ass.  And he engaged in minor water sports play.  But he hadn't licked poop
off a boy's cock since he was 14 and told himself that he'd have to stop
behavior he'd enjoyed for six years, servicing boys in the neighborhood.

   Six years of licking dirty ass cracks and pooper holes of boys both
younger and older than him.  Six years of drinking boy piss.  Six years of
being on the receiving end of horny boy cocks.  Six years of licking dirty
boy cocks that had plowed his asshole.

   Then his parents moved.  He finally let the guilt that had started
building in him after his forbidden activities get the better of him.  He
stopped playing with younger boys at that point.  Stopped playing with boys
of any age.  Not until his sophomore year in college did he finally give in
to the growing realization that he was gay.  But since that time he'd never
touched a boy.  And he'd certainly never returned to enjoying the brown,
nasty filth that had coated the kid-sized peckers he'd let fuck him as a
boy.

   Now, though, Dr.  P was presented with two hard inches of straining
boycock.  Two hard inches streaked with the feces of the boy's older lover.
Two hard inches that also promised a squirt or two of warm, bitter,
boy-piss.  He couldn't resist.  He grasped the little boner and licked its
length, cleaning it carefully of all the Brian poop until it glimmered with
his spit.

   His tongue traveled down and slurped at the wrinkled scrotum, drawn
tightly upward.  It probed the tight scrotal skin, jostling the kidney
bean-sized balls hiding within.  The balls were about to shrink back into
Danny's inguinal canal when Dr.  P's lips captured them, preventing them
from disappearing inside the nine-year olds abdomen.  In one quick
movement, the man slipped the steel-hard peepee into his mouth.  He would
have said "penis" in the office, examining the boy.  But here, in Danny and
Brian's bedroom, sucking on this center of the little gay fairly's boyhood,
"pee-pee" seemed so much more appropriate.

   The man had dreamed of sucking on a pee-pee for so long, and now he was
doing it, removing the last shadowy taste of Brian's rectum -- no, not
rectum, the older boy's asshole, shit chute, boy pussy.  Dr.  P felt he
should experience at least some guilt for having sunk into such depravity,
but he felt none, only joy, excitement, and an incredible need to fuck both
of these beautiful boys.  As Dr.  f P came to grips with the depths and joy
of his perversity, Danny's body stiffened.  The boy had never had his
peepee in a man's mouth before this day.  It somehow felt so different,
warmer, wetter than Brian's mouth.  The man's early afternoon stubble
softly scratching his belly added to the boy's incredible horniness. 
Suddenly, the little fairy started shaking and squirted three, four, five
shots of boy piss into the sucking doctor's mouth, a shot with each
powerful orgasmic spasm that shook his body.

   "Fucking shit!" the boy hollered.  "Fucking fucking fucking shitty piss
and shit!" The intensity of his orgasm knocked out all Danny's bladder
control.  He couldn't have held his piss if he'd wanted.  But he didn't
want to.  As his piss pipe started spewing he grabbed Dr.  P by the back of
the head and jammed his two-inch dicklet in as far as it would go.

   Dr.  P started gulping as fast as the boy's prick spewed hot, acrid piss
into his mouth.  Just at the point he felt he couldn't keep up, Danny
pulled his cocklet out of the man's mouth and grabbed it tightly.  Even
with his quick timing, though, he managed to spray Dr.  P's face and chest.

   "Sorry, Doctor Daddy," Danny giggled.  "I didn't mean to wee-wee on
you." Scuttling around on the bed, he poked his boner between Brian's lips.
"Your turn Poopoo Daddy.  Drink my peepee, weewee, whiz, tinkle, titi,
pissy piss."

   During his recuperation, Brian had regularly drunk Danny's piss.  But he
wasn't ready for the explosive force of urine that erupted from the skinny
boy's skinny piss pipe.  He gulped fast but couldn't keep up.  Urine flowed
from his lips around Danny's hard on.  It flowed from his nose.  And it
flowed down his throat.  Finally the spate of piss slowed and dribbled to a
stop.  As Danny pulled away from the older boy's face, Dr.  P pushed in and
clamped his mouth against Brian's.  Brian had hoped to share Danny's piss,
so he held as much as he could in his mouth when his young lover pulled his
penis out.  He thought he'd be sharing with the other boy, and was
surprised when it was Dr.  P's eager mouth and tongue that was slurping on
the piss in his mouth.

   Man and teenager swapped the piss back and forth, diluting it with their
spit until little of the salty, acrid taste remained.  When nothing but the
memory of Danny's piss remained, they separated.

   Brian laughed then said, "You said to call you Dr.  P.  Danny called you
Dr.  Daddy.  And since you loved Danny's piss.  So I think we should call
you Dr.  Peepee Daddy!  But now I so fucking need you, Dr.  Peepee Daddy. I
really do!  Do it now."

   Danny threw his arms around Dr.  P's neck, hugged him tightly, and
chimed in, "Yeah!  Fuck him, Dr.  Peepee Daddy.  Fuck him hard.  He told me
he really wanted you to.  I was jealous at first, but I know he wants it so
bad.  So I do too!  Please, please fuck my Poopoo Daddy!"
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