Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus Chapter 11 bb, tb, mbb, ws, scat, oral, anal, lac, incest By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com This story will contain scenes of sex between boys and a man 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). This chapter looks at what happens when a decent man with long repressed sexual desires for boys finally gets his opportunity to act on them. Warning: If you don't like it nasty, don't read this chapter! Chapter 11: Coming Together From Chapter 10: 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!" Now on to Chapter 11: When Dr. P had started playing with the two boys, he liked them and felt a physical attraction. But the past hour had unearthed feelings he hadn't expected. He didn't just like these two sexy boys. He didn't just want to have sex with them. He loved them. Both. He wanted to share his release of years of frustration with them -- frustration of aching for a young boy's body, years of frustration from hiding his sordid, nasty, filthy desires. He wanted to suck and fuck them both. He wanted to share his piss and shit and any other nastiness they loved. "Get me the KY, Danny," he said moving into place between Brian's legs. "No KY, Doc, Brian said. "Please. I got enough back there from Danny. You don't know how much I love to feel big ones pushing in. I know it's sick. Danny busted my boy cherry and now I have to feel you bust my brand new man cherry." "The scar tissue on your sphincter might bleed, son. Do you want that?" Brian threw his arms around Dr. P's neck. "More than anything, Dr. Daddy. It means I'm yours. It means I got two lovers. Please? One more thing. I got a favor to ask." "What?" "Danny, go get the little leather thingy outta my backpack." Danny retrieved the foot long leather zippered case. When Brian unzipped it, it revealed 12 stainless steel rods of varying lengths. Each had a bulbous tip. These also varied in size. "What're those?" the younger boy asked. "Urethral sounds," Dr. P announced. "My asshole father called them piss-hole pokers" Brian said. "I never knew what they were really called. I stole them when I left his place. I don't wanna take the real big ones right now. But we'll use this one." He picked up an 11" one with a slightly bent, 4-inch long by 4 1/4-inch wide tip. "I really want it." With the last words, Brian lay down on his back and flexed his four inch erection, making it jump and dance on his belly. Dr. P sighed deeply. What was he getting into with this boy? "Danny, go get me some alcohol swabs from my bag over there." Once he'd wiped the sound thoroughly and let it dry he asked Brian, "You sure you want this? It's going to hurt. And any time you want me to stop anything, say the word `almonds.' Understand?" Brian's answer was to smile and flex his penis even more excitedly. "I like `hurt,' Dr. Daddy. I like it a lot. And I understand about safe words. But I've never used them. I'm too, I don't know, I'm too hurty." Fascinated, Danny leaned as close as he could get and still not interfere with the man's activity. Dr. P lifted the boy's impossibly hard 4" prick from his belly. He carefully positioned the bulbous head of the sound at Brian's piss slit. The urethral sound looked way too wide to fin in, but the man trusted the boy's deep-seated desire to be possessed in this most sensitive place on his body. "I wish it was Danny's pecker. I wish he could fuck me up my piss hole," Brian gasped. "He can't though. So fuck me with the piss-hole poker, Dr. P. Fuck my cock." Dr. P had used sounding rods before, both in his practice and with men who liked the submissive discomfort they provided. He squeezed Brian's ruby-tinged cockhead to open the meatus. The inside of the boy's urethra -- a light fleshy pink -- looked so innocent, so sweet and inviting that he leaned over and lightly licked inside, tickling it gently. Then he put the tapered head of the sound where his tongue had just been and steadily pushed it inward. Brian's urethra was tight and the going wasn't easy, but the man kept pushing the stainless steel rod downward. Brian hissed then sucked air through clenched teeth. Tears pooled in his eyes. "Dr. P," Danny pleaded, his own eyes wide and gawking. "You're hurting him." "Don't you fuckin' stop!" Brian gasped. "I didn't say the word. Keep pushing till its all the way in. I like it. I like it." The last words gurgled out through the pain he felt. Dr. P understood his need and twisted the sound as he pushed it slowly, painfully all the way down past the urethral sphincter and into where he knew Brian's prostate surrounded the urethra. At this point he twisted the sound abruptly. Brian screamed in pain and ecstasy, then shuddered. His whole body shook as an orgasm hit him but no semen erupted from his tortured piss slit. The sound blocked the way and all his boy cum shot into his bladder in a retrograde ejaculation. "Holy fucking fuck. Shit. Damn. Fuck," the boy yelled at the top of his lungs. Little Timmy mewled half-awake in his crib then fell back into peaceful sleep. The man kept twisting and poking with the sound as he pushed it ever inward, keeping the boy's orgasm churning. Then, after passing all the way through the prostate-enwrapped urethra, the man poked the sound through the opening of the bladder. Urine tried to pour out of its reservoir, but its way too was blocked. Brian shrieked one last time as his orgasm finally faded and the shear pain of the violation took over. Through the pain, though, he never lost his hardon. Partially fueled by Cialis and partly by his need to be hurt, Brian remained as horny and needy as when Dr. P had first started torturing his piss tube. "Let Danny do it, Doc," he gasped, breathless. "Let Danny fuck my pisser. I need you to fuck my shit chute." Danny reached over and gingerly took the end of the sound in his fingers. Dr. P looked down and spit on the tip of his cock that poked through his foreskin. He yanked the skin back, wanting to cause himself some discomfort, payment in a way for what he was about to do to the helpless boy beneath him. He spit once again on his now exposed purple cockhead. "Can you work up some spit, Danny? I want your spit to help get my cock into your lover." Danny hocked deeply and spit out a frothy, yellowish loogey onto Dr. P's purple cockhead. Dr. P edged forward and carefully placed his swollen glans at the boy's pucker. "I want you to know, Brian. I love you. I don't want to injure you. But I know you need to be hurt." Then he shoved his cock as hard into the tight ring of muscle as he could. Brian shrieked once again as the thick cockhead broke through. "Stop it. Stop it please!" Brian begged. But Dr. P knew the boy didn't want the pain to stop, even though he begged. Brian knew about safe words and hadn't used his. Dr. P took a deep breath and shoved forward once again, smashing into a soft, warm mass just inside the boy's recently repaired sphincter as the thick cock drove deeper into him. Danny started snipping the sound in his fingers as he drooled, gape mouthed onto Brian's tummy. He knew how much Dr. Peepee Daddy's plunging cock must hurt Brian. He knew he was adding to his lover's pain. As Brian cried, and begged, and thrashed around on the bed, the nine-year old started twisting and fucking the young teen's cock with the sound. He couldn't believe how good it felt to hurt the boy he loved. It felt so good that he reached down and squeezed his own hard, little peg. Almost immediately he was attacked by his own orgasm. The intensity was stronger than any he had felt in many days, but it didn't stop his little hand from continuing to fuck the sound in and out of Brian's piss tube almost as if on autopilot. By this time, Dr. P was slamming in and out of Brian's asshole at a frantic pace. The repair job had been good. The ring of anal muscle stayed tight and clutched the pounding cock, folding in with each inward stroke and pooching out as the man pulled his cock out. The boy's rectum was hot, tight, and full. Dr. P knew what he was mashing into: a day's worth of hot, filthy, teen boy shit. Brian bounced all over the bed with the unrelenting anal attack. After seven minutes of brutal pounding, he curled up and shook violently with another orgasm. With each spasm, his anus twitched enough to emit a long, loud, foul-smelling queef-fart. Each eruption was accompanied by shit oozing around Dr. P's still pounding cock and pubic hair. Once again, nothing shot out of his piss slit. What little cum he'd produced traveled backward into his bladder. Dr. P didn't slow his assault. Brian collapsed back onto the bed. His latest orgasm had deadened the feeling of the sound in him, so he yanked it out on one of Danny and his upstrokes. He grabbed Danny's hand and began jacking it up and down his hard four inches while the man continued hammering into him. His bladder immediately released its pent up fullness and piss sprayed wildly all over his face, his chest, his tummy. It sprayed onto Danny's face and Dr. P' chest. It soaked the bed and while spewing out of Brian's abused dicklet, felt like a long, continuous orgasm. Danny trapped the gushing cocklet in his lips and sucked down the briny torrent, the man's abdomen bumping against his now piss-wet blond head. Finally, Dr. P shoved his filthy cock in to Brian's hole as hard as he could, pulled the boy's hips against his pubis roughly, and exploded into the battered rectum. The ejaculations were so powerful and so close together that it felt like the jizz was shooting in one long stream into the boy. Brian knew the man was seeding him, so he fucked his pecker roughly into Danny's mouth, bringing himself one more cum -- this one as dry as Danny's, as dry as when he was a little boy being raped by his father. Exhausted, Dr. P collapsed onto Brian's chest, trapping Danny's head momentarily. As the younger boy pulled his head out, Brian wrapped his arms around both his little lover's and his older lover's necks. "Oh I love you so much," he panted to both of them. "I love you so much Danny. I love you so much Dr. Daddy. You both know what I needed." He started kissing both of their faces wildly. Once he'd quieted down, he released his grip on his two lovers. Dr. P pulled from the boy's hole. Only a little of blood on his still hard penis. He looked at Brian's anus. And while it was red and swollen, it had tightened in a near normal looking pucker. Dr. P's pubic hair was matted with wads of teen boy poop and his cock was streaked with brown. The room smelled of sex, sweat, Brian's piss and shit. Danny couldn't let the chance to show his nasty side go by. He jumped off the bed and leaped over to Dr. P's Viagra-hardened cock. He started licking it cat-like up and down, washing its length. Tastes mingled in Danny's mouth as he bathed the thick rod and the man's swollen glans: The slightly soapy taste of KY that had been left by his penetration of Brian's poohole. The familiar yet oh so different taste of cum, this time stronger, more definite than Brian's. A hint of Brian's wildly sprayed pee that had hit the man as well as himself. And finally, gloriously, the deep, bitter, fetid taste of his lover's teen boy poop. Oh how he loved the taste. Oh how he loved the nastiness. He had refrained from licking his lover's poohole while Brian was recuperating. How he missed doing that and especially missed eating samples of teen poop directly from the source. He knew he needed to wait to use his tongue until Dr. P gave his go-ahead. But now, Danny was slurping up Brian's poop off Dr. P's still hard cock. And he knew he'd be able to enjoy his lover's most secret, nastiest place very, very soon like he'd been dreaming of for three weeks. Dr. P lay quiet for a moment in post-orgasmic bliss, enjoying the tongue bath Danny was giving him. He scooted around a bit, making sure the nine-year stayed in contact with his penis as he did so. He pulled Brian to him and kissed him deeply, his tongue sweeping around the older boy's mouth. They swapped spit for about a minute, then Brian gently pushed the man away. "Was it okay. What I said?" Brian asked. "I mean that I loved you. I hope I didn't blow it with you. Cuz I really do." Dr. P heaved a deep sigh, partly because of the intensity of the question and partly because Danny had just engulfed 3 inches of his erection. "I didn't want it to happen, Brian. A physician is not supposed to fall in love with his patients. And you -- and Danny -- are my patients. Debra asked me to make sure what the two of you were doing is safe and to make sure you got any medical help necessary to ensure it. Like the shots I've given both of you. The vaccines and stuff." Brian looked crestfallen at the man's words. He was sure he knew what was coming. "But, damn it, I have fallen in love with both of you. And I know it's not going to change. I don't know if I can keep being your doctor. But I do know I won't ever stop loving either of you. Yow!" That last word was uttered as Danny forced Dr. P's cock into his throat, deep-throating a man-sized penis for the first time. The man's response was from the tightness of the little boy's throat and from the bile that beautifully stung his piss slit.Danny pulled up slightly to catch his breath and swallow his gorge. Then he dove down again, forcing the rampant cock once again into his throat. Instinctively, he breathed through his nose so he could swallow more of the man's leaking cock. Danny felt light headed and a touch sick to the stomach from his first foray into deep-throating a man. But somehow it felt so right, so perfect for this nine-year old. A huge part of him wanted to bring the man off with his tongue and his throat. But he had a different, better idea for how he wanted to ingest Dr. P's burgeoning semen. Danny pulled off the man's erection and slid up to lie beside him and Brian. "Do you love me, too," he asked the man, his eyes misting over. Dr. P couldn't believe what he'd heard. He had just explained to Brian how much he loved both boys, but the littlest one, the frail, skinny, blond haired little fairy was asking for validation. The man looked closely into the boy's eyes. Was this some envious ploy he was playing to curry favor from the man, some trick to gain more importance than the older boy? Danny's eyes shown with the truth. He needed this man, needed him and his love badly. This boy who'd never known a father needed a man to love him, love his heart, his soul, and his body. "I do love you, Danny," Dr. P answered. "I love both of you so much. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a father. And now I know the depth, the intensity of those feelings. And on top of it all, I love seeing, touching, and tasting your bodies. All of your bodies. Every nock and cranny and the dirty little places you both have to offer." Danny wasn't exactly sure what all the words meant, but he knew he had someone new who loved him. Not a lover. Not a boyfriend. Not some man who professed love to get sex. But a father. "I love you, too, Daddy," he said, saying a word that he'd played with for so long but never thought he'd use for real. "I want you to love me like you did Brian. Back there." He pointed with his thumb toward his rear end. "I want you to fuck me, too. Okay? I want you to fuck me hard like you did Brian." Danny's eyes shown with the truth. He needed this man, needed him and his love badly. This boy who'd never known a father needed a man to love him, love his heart, his soul, and his body. "I do love you, Danny," Dr. P answered. "I love both of you so much. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a father. And now I know the depth, the intensity of those feelings. And on top of it all, I love seeing, touching, and tasting your bodies. All of your bodies. Every nock and cranny and the dirty little places you both have to offer." Danny wasn't exactly sure what all the words meant, but he knew he had someone new who loved him. Not a lover. Not a boyfriend. Not some man who professed love to get sex. But a father. "I love you, too, Daddy," he said, saying a word that he'd played with for so long but never thought he'd use for real. "I want you to love me like you did Brian. Back there." He pointed with his thumb toward his rear end. "I want you to fuck me, too. Okay? I want you to fuck me hard like you did Brian." Now on to Chapter 11: "There's nothing I'd like better than to fuck you, little one" Dr. P said to Danny. "But I'm certainly not going to do it hard. Not yet. You're too young for that and I want you to enjoy it. Okay?" "I want to help," Brian said. "and I got something I think you'll like, Danny." Brian repositioned Danny on his back in the center of the piss-wet bed. He then straddled the Danny's head with his back toward the boy's face. Then he lowered his buttocks till they were about a foot directly over the boy's mouth. "You going to feed me your poopoo, Poopoo Daddy?" the little boy asked. "Nope," said Brian. "Something just as good. But not yet." He gently lifted the little boy's skinny legs to let Dr. P get better access to Danny's hole. Danny looked up from underneath Brian's very inviting boyhole. "Is it okay if I touch Brian's asshole with my mouth," he asked Dr. P. "Certainly, honey. He healed well and you can definitely touch it with your mouth." The doctor and Brian both expected the little fairy boy to lick his hole. Instead, Danny leaned forward and gave the reddened pucker a soft, gentle, and very loving kiss. "I missed you, Brian pooper," Danny said softly. "I love you almost as much as I love your owner." Brian and Dr. P both laughed at Danny's words, but they were both deeply touched by the love that prompted it. "I'm ready, Dr. Peepee. I'm ready to have you fuck me." Danny's voice shared two emotions: excitement and anxiety. He knew he wanted this, wanted it badly. But he was afraid it would hurt too much for him to go through with it. He gritted his teeth and waited. Dr. P picked up the tube of KY and greased up his middle finger. He then squeezed a dollop of the lube on the boy's soft pucker and mooshed it around with his finger. The boy's sphincter loosened readily as he pressed gently on it. It opened easily as he pressed the single digit inward, giving way without resistance but maintaining a good amount of pressure on the finger. Dr. P felt the firm load just inside the muscular ring. Dr. P had run into three -- no four -- casual partners who had soft anal orifices like Danny's. Their holes usually gave easily to penetration but were tight around Jameson's cock when he fucked them. He had assumed the men's holes were as soft as they were from the frequent fucking they'd engaged in and the tightness was from good training. But here was a little nine-year boy whose ass hadn't been penetrated by anything as thick as those casual partners had endured. He'd mostly been fucked by Brian's dick -- a four incher no thicker than a marking pen -- and by a few candles. The doctor pushed a second finger in beside the first. It, too, went in easily, eliciting a moan from the little fairy. Once again, the anal ring clutched tightly at the intruding fingers. He quickly reevaluated his previous assessment about the four soft anal entries he'd experienced. Maybe, he surmised, that some males are born with soft, pliant sphincters. Over the next few years the doctor would investigate his own patients as well as study medical research sites and discover that some men -- and this incredibly beautiful, sexy boy -- had sphincters that didn't offer much resistance to entry. His research showed him this easy-anal trait, as he came to call it, was genetic. It was inherited by males in a family and was seen almost 100% among male siblings. It was also linked to the possessor's of the trait homosexuality or bisexuality. "He feels real good, don't he Dr. P?" Brian asked. "Yes. He's got an incredible boy pussy," the man answered. "You okay, sweety,?" he asked Danny. It was the first time Danny had heard his pooper referred to as a "boy pussy." He loved the term. It seemed so right for a faggoty fairy boy like him. "Do me now! PLEASE. I gotta feel your cock in me Dr. Daddy," Danny begged. "Little boys shouldn't say such nasty words," the man said, pulling his fingers from the tight hole. Both fingers were lightly streaked in brown stains. Brian grabbed Dr. P's hand and sucked the fingers clean of poop and the remnants of the KY. Dr. P scooted closer to Danny's rear entrance, his boner bobbing wildly. "You help me Brian. Lube it then line it up for me." Brian loved being asked to help break Danny's "man cherry" in his first real man-fuck. He was going to share the entire entry and pounding of his little lover's shitter. Although he'd helped Danny with candles and a few other penis-shaped objects, and although he'd fucked him with his own four-inch hard cock, the little boy had never had a real man's cock in him, had never been stretched as far as he was about to be. Part of him wished it was he who was going to send him on this sexual adventure, Brian knew he wouldn't be as large as Dr. P for a few years and Danny wanted it -- no needed it -- now. Leaning over Danny's tummy from his position straddling the nine-year old, Brian slathered the man's cock liberally with KY, paying special attention to the pointed, purple cockhead that he'd freed from the man's foreskin. Then he placed Dr. P's waggling, greasy cock right at the lubed hole. "Don't forget to squeeze like you're pooping, Poopoo Baby," Brian told the boy beneath him. Danny squeezed and let out a poof of stinky gas. Just as he did, Dr. P gently pushed forward, his plum sized, purple cockhead slowly widening Danny's tight sphincter. Tight, but yielding. Dr. P knew he needed to move slowly but steadily, so he kept his cock moving forward into the man-virgin rectum. The tight, muscular ring opened gradually in response to the forward pressure. Both Brian and Dr. P could see that the slow entry was causing some discomfort in their little fairy boy. He bit his lip and took deep breaths through his nose. But he did nothing to indicate he wanted Dr. P to stop, so the man increased his pressure and pushed the flared cockhead past the tight sphincter and into the young boy's asshole. "OOF!" Danny whimpered. "You okay, honey?" Dr. P asked. "Want me to stop?" "No. No. It's wonderful. So full. Like a huge poopy log. Only hurts a little. Keep going. Push it all in." Dr. P started pushing in slowly but Danny grabbed his hip and pulled. "NO! Faster. Harder. Rape me like you raped Brian." Dr. P wasn't crazy about the word "rape" but he understood the boy's need. He pushed his cock in firmly, Danny's rectal skin turn in then releasing as Dr. P forced the six-plus inches forward, pushing the fecal mass inside the the young boy's rectum. "You're really full in there, Danny. Were you saving it up?" "Uh huh," the boy said. "Push it in me. Fuck my poopies Dr. Daddy Poopy Fucker!" Dr. P started fucking in and out in hard, short strokes, knowing he was near Danny's boy place. Suddenly, Danny shivered and then his body started spasming in the most intense, most magnificent orgasm he'd had to date. He felt so full of poopies. So full of man cock, the cock punching hard against his tiny, immature prostate. The boy arched his back and began trying to push his spasming asshole farther down Dr. P's dick. If the man hadn't already cum inside of Brian, Danny's tightly squeezing rectum surely would have milked an orgasm out of him. Danny settled down from his orgasm briefly, then the man's thrusting hardness continually pounding even harder against his immature prostate brought him back up to the peak. This time, the tiny boy arched even higher and screamed in a combination of pleasure and pain, this boy-gasm even more powerful then the one he'd just passed through. His tiny, steel-stiff pricklet began spurting bursts of pee all over his face and chest. Finally, he settled down, still full of thrusting, pounding man cock, still needing more, still dancing on the edge of yet another bed-shaking orgasm. When Danny finally relaxed from his twin cumming, Brian asked his little buddy, "Ready for a treat?" Danny nodded. "Then open your mouth and get ready." "You gonna feed me your poopies, Bri-Bri?" "Nope. Not yet. Something you never had. Open your mouth." "You ARE gonna feed me. OOF!" Dr. P had just gotten about two-thirds his throbbing cock in the youngster's stuffed colon. Danny's mouth flew open with the discomfort -- discomfort bordering on pain, pain he loved. His gut was so full of saved up shit it felt like the man he was growing to love had a cock that fit all the way to the top of his intestine. Danny took a deep breath and watched as Brian's hands pulled his freckled cheeks apart. The older boy's fingers spidered over to his hole and pulled it apart. Danny watched in awe as a sticky, coffee-with-cream colored globule formed at his lover's hole. It grew and stretched from the open anus, pearlescent and streaked with dark brown veins running through it. Dr. P knew what Brian was doing. He had felched enough men himself and had it done enough to him that he recognized the bleachy, rotten egg smell of recently deposited cum. He knew Brian was feeding the boy the cum he had recently deposited in the freckled ass of the older boy. He looked around Brian's solid torso just in time to see the globule separate itself from Brian and drop onto Danny's lips, some getting in the boy's open mouth, some spattering his lips and nose. The man could not hold back any longer, with one shove he buried his full six and a half inches into the little boy's shit-filled rectum. Danny arched his back in pain. "Owie. Owie. That hurts," Danny yelled. "Don't stop. I love it. Keep fucking me, Dr. Poopy Fucker. Brian. Brian. I want more of Dr. Poopy's poopy cum. Give me more." He was madly licking his lips even as the tears dripped down the sides of his head. "Don't got no more of that great stuff, Poopoo Baby. You want me to feed you?" "Oh god yes. Fuck yes. Feed me! Fuck me!" Brian looked at Dr. P. The man, his eyes now closed, was fucking his little lover almost as hard and as fast as he'd fucked Brian. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He panted with the effort. "Dr. P, is it okay..." Brian started to ask the man. "Do it! Feed the little shit-eating fairy," Dr. P yelled over Danny's constant litany of filth and curses. Brian strained, still holding his hole open. A softball-sized wad of soft, wet shit the consistency of soft-serve ice cream splatted from his hole. It looked almost like a freshly dropped cow pie. Most of it hit directly on the Danny's mouth, chin, and nose. But some fell onto his eyes, which Danny closed just in time to protect them. Another strain, and more shit erupted, covering Danny's tummy and chest in deep brown spatters. "Get it off my eyes," Danny yelled, sounding panicked. Both Brian and Dr. P thought he was upset and scared about getting shit in his eyes. Brian felt awful that he'd done something to Danny he didn't like. "I want to see Dr. P fucking me. Get it off so I can see." So much for panic. Danny was wildly licking the soft, foul-smelling mass away from his lips. Brian swung his legs over Danny's torso so that he no longer straddled him but knelt beside him. He leaned down and gently, carefully licked his shit from Danny's left eye. He bathed the boy well, not wanting to get anything into the eye that might cause damage. He was about to move to Danny's right eye when a still thrusting Dr. P gently pushed him aside. The doctor bent down and licked away the wad of Brian's shit that had fallen directly over Danny's closed right eye. This was the most shit Dr. P had ingested ... ever. Certainly he'd licked cracks, cleaned dirty cocks, cleaned even dirtier ass holes. But he'd never deliberately ingested this much shit before. He expected the taste to be nasty, almost too nasty to swallow. But it was just bitter, waxy, and a little, well, poopy tasting. Not much different from what he'd eaten before. Just more of it. And more delightful because it was from a 13-year old's ass. He wasn't sure how much he could eat without getting sick to his stomach, but he loved what he was eating. Dr. P kept pounding into the little guy's stuffed rectum. It was so hot. So tight. So full. By now, Danny was bouncing on the bed, and the man's thrusting pushed him forward. Brian carefully repositioned a large pillow so that the hard fucking wouldn't mash Danny's head into the headboard. He then licked more of his own shit off his little lover's cheeks, twisted slightly, and offered his open mouth -- tongue and lips coated in deep brown -- to the man. Dr. P slowed his fucking slightly, clamped his lips over Brian's, and began licking the filthy mess from inside his mouth. Now he was sure about how much of this disgusting mess he could eat. He wanted as much as he could get. Watching his freckle-faced lover and the man who was fucking him sharing in poop that had just besmeared his face made Danny shiver, cry out, then spasm in another orgasm. This one was not as strong as the two he'd had a few minutes before, but he loved how the man's thick cock brought him the shivers without anyone touching his spasming dink. And he loved watching the two of them sharing in such nasty play. "Feed me more, Poopoo Daddy. I need more of your nasty shitty dirty poopoo all over me." Not breaking the fetid kiss with Dr. P, Brian swung his legs over the little blond's chest. He could tell he had more to share inside his rectum. He also knew it wouldn't be as firm even as the soft poop he'd dropped on Danny earlier during the wild fuck. He strained, farted a loud and incredibly raunchy fart that splattered a couple of dozen spatters of wet shit on Danny's chest and face. Then his asshole exploded and much to Danny's and Dr. P's delight, erupted in a spate of shit the consistency of chocolate sauce all over the boy's upper torso, face, hair, and the bed. Even with his eyes now closed, Danny was able to get a large quantity into his mouth. The sight, the smell, the sheer nastiness of everything happening was enough to finally bring the man to orgasm. He jammed his cock as hard as he could into the little child's asshole. His cock jerked, swelled, and started spitting an almost continuous flow of jism. Danny had endured more than fifteen minutes of relentless fucking, and now the pain of the violent thrust triggered one more Danny orgasm as well. His little peepee once again erupted in a spray of hot piss that splashed Dr. P's and Brian's abdomens. Brian knew that the man and boy were in the throes of their powerful orgasms, and not to be left out, he started pissing to add to the party. But locked in a deep, French kiss with the man fucking his lover, he couldn't see or care where his piss was going. The spray arched two feet from the teen's pisshole, spraying both the man's and boy's chests and abdomen and splattering down on Danny's spasming little pecker. As his orgasm subsided, Dr. P pulled abruptly away from the kiss and leaned over enough to catch some of the bitter, hot urine in his mouth. In his position it was hard to get much in, harder to swallow what hit his open mouth. He did manage to get his face and hair wet. Finally, orgasm passed, Dr. P sat upright as Brian's urinary eruption slowed to a stop. "Whew!" the man said, catching his breath. "That was wild. Messy. Stinky. Nasty. Loving. And fucking wild. I'm sorry it's over." "Not over yet, Dr. Poopoo," Danny chirped in his sweetest little boy voice. "I want Poopoo Daddy Brian to fuck my fooper and I want you to feed me your poop if you have any for me." "Fooper? What's a fooper?" the man asked. "Fooper is a pooper that gets fucked. Brian's got a fooper. And I got a fuckedy fuck fuck fooper." "You also have a nasty mouth. That worries me a little," Dr. P said. Brian spoke up, "Don't worry Dr. Daddy. Danny only uses those words when we're doing this stuff. Not in school. And not usually at home except with me. So, Danny, you really want me to fuck you? I don't think I'll last long." "Fuckedy, fuck, fuck yes! And do you have poopoo to feed me Dr. Poopoo?" Dr. P liked the various nicknames the boys used for him. "Well, to be honest, Poopoo Danny, I do have to go soon. But I don't know if I could actually poop in your mouth. I've never done that." "Then poopoo on my tummy. I like it really yummy. I'll chew it up all gummy. And swallow into my tummy." Brian moved off the shit spattered little boy. His torso was still wet with his piss but it was no longer dripping so he wasn't worried about getting the carpet piss-damp. Dr. P slowly pulled his Viagra-fueled, still hard cock from the tight boyhole. It had a few streaks of brown and a few more streaks of bright red. When Brian saw the man's hardon he squinched up his face. Danny looked at the man's rampant cock. "Yummy. Yummy. My poopoo. My blood. Yummy. Yummy. Want it in my tummy." "Is he okay, Doc?" Brian asked, deeply concerned about the streaks of blood on the man's cock. "He seems fine if you ask me," the man answered. "Are you going to fuck your little shit loving, poop eating fairy?" "If you insist, Doc." Brian said as he moved into place between the nine-year old's wide-spread legs, pointing at Danny's shit-smeared abdomen. "You know what? It looks like chocolate sauce. Stinky, nasty chocolate sauce." With those words, Brian bent down and licked up some of his soft, chocolate sauce shit. "Oh, so good. Even if it's mine." "Feed me. Feed me," Danny sang. Brian was about to comply, but Dr. P pushed his hand away, "Let me feed the little poop lover," the man said. He scooped a small amount of the deep brown, wet shit off the little boy's tummy. He touched Danny's lips. The boy immediately sucked his fingers in, slurping off the foul smelling mass. Once the man's fingers were clean, Danny pushed the man's fingers out with his tongue. He bent upward, opened his mouth like a little birdie, and pointed at his gaping mouth. "More. More. I need more Brian poopies," Danny chirped. Dr. P scooped a larger wad and dripped it into Danny's open maw. He smeared some on the boy's face before pushing his fetid fingers back into his mouth. While Danny was feeding, Brian moved into place and punched his hard four inches into the boy. "YOW!" Danny yelled around the fingers in his mouth, but he kept sucking them until they were once again clean. Then in a choir boy's high soprano voice be began to sing: "Fuck me. Fuck me. "Fuck me in my poopoo. "Fuck me. Fuck me. "Make me eat your doodoo. "I'm a dookie eater. Caca eater. Poopie eater, too. "Make me eat your caca, Doctor Daddy "Make me eat your poopoo!" He then scraped his belly and chest with both hands, pulling up much of Brian's chocolatey shit. He pressed his hands against his face and rubbed the sordid fecal smears all over it. He licked his hands clean as Brian pounded wildly into his asshole. "Kiss me, Poopoo Daddy," he commanded. "Lick my fucking shitty face." Brian knew Danny was talking to him, but Dr. P wasn't sure. They both leaned down at the same time, but Brian pulled back. "You go, Doctor Daddy. Taste my little fairy's shitty lips." Standing beside the little boy didn't afford easy tongue access to his mouth, but the man did as good a job of Frenching him as his position allowed. The child's mouth tasted, smelled, awful. But it so stimulated him that he would have thrown a boner -- if his cock weren't already steel hard from the Viagra. "Oh man, that tastes so nasty," the man said. "I don't know how you guys can do it. I don't think I could eat shit the way your Mama says you both do. But I love sharing something so nasty with you boys who are so nasty and so sweet." Dr. P leaned close to Danny's face once again and licked his poopy lips and around his mouth. When he felt his gorge rising, he stood up straight to let his stomach settle. Brian -- still fucking his boner into his lover's shit hole -- pulled Dr. P close and Frenched him, enjoying the combined tastes of his own shit, the man's mouth, and a faint whiff of Danny's mouth as well. Danny wanted, needed more. Once again reverting to his little boy persona, he began singing in a toddler's voice. "Dookie on my tummy. "Poopoo on my chest. "It tastes so very yummy. "I love big poopies best." "Poopie Poopoo "Dookie Doodoo "Poopie Poopoo "Dookie Doodoo "I need your poopy, Dr. Daddy. "Poopoo on my face "I need it really badly. "I need its poopy taste." Dr. P couldn't believe the cleverness of this little blond boy. It amazed him that he could come up with lyrics that scanned so naturally while being fucked so hard by his boyfriend. It amazed him, impressed him, and made him incredibly horny. For the first time in years, his erection pointed upward at a forty-five degree angle instead of sticking straight outward. He was a teenager once again. Danny continued his sing-song chanting. Brian continued his machine-piston fucking. Dr. P, still lip locked on Brian, slowly maneuvered up onto the bed, straddled the boy's shit smeared torso, and squatted so his rear was about a foot above the skinny chest. Pulling away from the deep tongue kiss with Brian, the man asked, "You ready baby?" But he knew the boy was ready. "I've thought about doing this to a beautiful little boy like you since I was young. But it may be hard for me since it kind of goes against what I'm used to doing." Straining, he cut a little squeaker, causing all three to laugh. He strained harder. As much as he wanted to do what this young shit lover beneath him wanted, nothing seemed to be moving inside him. "Let me help you," Brian whispered. He reached down to Danny's poopy tummy and scooped up some of the remnants of his last, wet bowel movement with his fingers. He wrapped his hand around the man's straining cock and slowly began masturbating it with the mess. Dr. P moaned, "Oh man, that feels so unbelievable. I haven't used shit to jack off with since I was 14 years old. And then it was my own!" This short interlude was enough to loosen the man's reluctance and loosen his bowels. He could feel a large, firm mass move down his intestine to his rectum. "I see it!" Danny chirped. "I see your poopoo. It's coming out." Then he started singing: "I see your doodoo pushing through "I see your stinky nasty poo "I smell your poopies coming out "It smells so nasty I wanna shout "I see a big brown poopy snake "It looks like yummy chocolate cake "It's coming out your doodoo hole "It's a big thick poopoo pole." The smell filled the room, bringing Brian ever closer to the edge. He slowed a bit, wanting to make fucking his lover last. Shifting slightly, he looked behind Dr. P. The man's turd was thick and very firm. It grew steadily until it just touched the little boy's chest. "Don't let it break, Doctor P," Brian urged. "Squat down more." The man did as urged. He could feel every inch of the thick, solid mass push its way out. Every inch slowly extruding, slowly growing and dropping onto the little, filthy boy's tummy and chest. Gradually a 2-inch thick, 11-inch long turd completely exited from the man's hole. The hard, rounded leading tip perfectly centered in the boy's navel. The rest, a solid, round cylinder of grayish brown shit was made up of numerous small turd balls firmly pressed together. It was straight except for the very end, the last part to have exited the man's hole. It had been squeezed into an inch long, tapered tail. Dr. P had moved enough so that the shit log hadn't broken, and the tapered tail lay between Danny's nipples and almost touched his throat. "It's so beautiful, Dr. P," the nine-year old said. "It looks like a big poopy dicky. I know what I'm going to do with it later. But now, yummers!" He gently picked the turd off his chest, bit off an inch of the pointed tail, and equally carefully laid the turd back down so it remained intact. Dr. P and Brian stared rapt as Danny wiggled his tongue, then pulled it in, bringing the piece of man shit into his mouth. Dr. P swung around and faced the boy to watch more closely. The boy was sucking hard on the small piece of the man's shit. Brown slobber drooled from his lips as he mashed and softened the poop. Dr. P watched fascinated as he swallowed poop-flavored saliva. Then the boy stuck out his tongue. The unmistakeable smell of shit emanated from his mouth. And the originally hard mass had been well mashed and softened. Brian gently pushed Dr. P to one side. "Is it yummy, sweetheart?" the young teenager asked, still keeping a regular, hard tempo fucking his little lover. Danny nodded his head and pointed to his mouth. "I'd love to taste Dr. Daddy's poo," Brian responded. He leaned close to Danny and clamped his lips against the open, poopy maw. Dr. P could tell the boys were Frenching and passing the softened shit back and forth between their mouths. Both boys' jaws worked slowly as well. They were chewing it! Chewing his shit! Then Brian pulled away, positioned his mouth a foot or so above Danny's and let a long, slobbery wad of grey brown shit drop from his mouth into Danny's. It was like a nasty mama bird feeding its equally nasty baby bird. Danny hocked deeply then spit the wad of shit back at Brian, hitting him square on the nose and right cheek. Brian straightened up and picked up his fucking pace even more, slamming as hard into the little boy as he'd ever done before. Dr. P hadn't touched his cock throughout the entire vile display he'd just witnessed, but he knew he was moments away from blowing his load. He scooted around just enough to position his rampant, shit-covered cock at the little boy's shit stained lips and shoved the crown in. Danny moaned, feeling a man cock in his mouth for the first time. He loved it and lurched forward to get more just as the man pushed forward. The broad cockhead jammed roughly against the top of Danny's throat. He gagged but willed himself not to puke, instinctively breathing through his nose.. His tears flowed freely. Shit-tinged snot dripped from his nose. And equally vile, nasty, fetid saliva bubbled from his lips around the man's shit besmeared cock. Dr. P's thrusting cock pained the boy's throat. Brian's slamming four-inches pained the boy's asshole. Danny loved it. He loved the pain. He loved being used and abused so harshly. He loved the man and teenager who were abusing him -- knowing they were doing so out of need, passion, and love. Dr. P knew the little boy had never had such a large penis in his mouth and certainly never down his throat. He understood he should go easy on the nine-year blond fairy boy. But these two incredibly sexy boys had wrested all caution, all decency from the man. Instead of taking caution with his mouth-fucking cock, he took liberties with the boy's throat. He pushed brutally. His cockhead ramming past the boy's uvula and down into the narrow passage. Danny's eye's grew wide. His nose stopped running, the passage to the outside blocked. He began gagging once again, his stomach ready to turn over. He could no longer breathe. His throat swallowed spasmodically trying to pull down air that could not get past the huge invader blocking its passage. He began to swoon; his vision turned gray. On the verge of losing consciousness, he reached out for the man's thighs, grabbed them, and pulled him even closer, forcing more of the cock down his throat. Brian couldn't see clearly what was happening to his little, fragile lover. But the sounds and the rapid movement of the man's haunches against the little boy's head told him what was happening. Danny was being throat raped, and boy's hungry hands showed he loved it. And then, nearly unconscious, Danny's asshole and his entire rectum began clutching wildly. The doubly-impaled boy's entire body began jerking uncontrollably in orgasm, jerking on the bed as wildly as if he were trapped in a violent seizure. Knowing the mixture of pleasure and pain Danny was feeling was all Brian needed to finally fall over the edge of his orgasm. He rammed forward once as hard as he could, eliciting an ear piercing scream no one could hear from his little lover. His cock jerked five, six, seven times violently, shooting tiny drops of clear boy cum each time. Brian knew there wouldn't be much, but he wished he could flood the child's rectum with his juice. Someday. Someday he would breed his little fairy faggoty lover boy with a gallon of cum. Someday. Spurred on by the clutching throat and ferocious shaking, Dr. P's cock swelled even more and shot a jet of thick semen down Danny's throat. Instinctively, the man pulled back, shortening his thrusts so his cum could fill the boy's hot, slack mouth. He couldn't count how many times he ejected semen, but he couldn't believe he had so much left to shoot. His orgasm seemed to go one forever, so much that spunk leaked out of the boy's nose. Finishing his own orgasm, Brian collapsed against the man's back in exhaustion. Dr. P slowly pulled his deflating cock -- Viagra could only work for so long -- from the boy's mouth. The boy's mouth and throat had cleaned all the shit from his cock Brian had masturbated it with. He sat upright, not wanting the weight of the teenager clinging to his back to force him to crush the 11-inch turd on Danny's belly. The teen gently covered the man's neck and shoulders with tiny kisses. As soon as Dr. P's cock had fully exited Danny's mouth, the nearly unconscious boy rolled to the right and gagged out a four-inch wad of semen. It was still thick, pearlescent, and was tinged with streaks of brown from the shit the boy had ingested. Gasping for breath, the boy gradually let consciousness return. Tears ran freely down his cheeks. Seeing the boy recover from the brutal throat fucking, Dr. P was shocked at his own behavior. "Baby. Baby, are you okay? I'm so sorry. Please..." The man pleaded. The boy looked at the man, his eyes sparkling and not just from tears. "Sorry?" Danny croaked, his throat raw. "Sorry? Don't be sorry. That was fucking awesome! Hey! I sound like my voice changed." Having returned fully to his senses, Danny leaned down and licked up the wad of cum he'd recently gagged out. "That is sooooo good," he said. "Brain, you didn't tell me man cum tasted so good." Brian laughed. "Yeah, it is good, isn't it? Especially when it's a man you love." Then Danny said, "Yes! Yes! I love Dr. P's cum. And I love Dr. P!" Love. Dr. P heard the boys clearly. He knew that's what he felt too, and not just because he'd just had sex -- wild, crazy, nasty, filthy sex with both of them. "Well, boy, I love you too," he said. "But man alive, Danny. You are filthy!" The younger boy was crestfallen. "I know. I try to be a good boy but sometimes I want to do really dirty stuff. It's just inside me and I don't know why." He wiped his nose with his arm and looked close to crying once again. Dr. P chuckled. "You ARE a good boy. You're sweet. And smart. And caring. And loving. And remarkably beautiful. But take a look at your tummy." He pointed to the remnants of his own and Brian's defecation. "You ARE filthy. You've got Brian's gooey poop on you and that thing" pointing at his own 11-inch shit log. "We've got to clean you up." "Yeah," Brian said, "Poopoo Baby is filthy! I think I should hose him off. What you think, Dr. Daddy?" The 13-year old moved from behind Dr. P and cuddled next to his little, stinky lover. "Well," the man replied, "you can't take him out front and hose him off. It'll scare the horses." "I can hose him right here," Brian said, waggling his still hard dick. "And if you've got any special cleaner in there, you can too." He grabbed the man's firm, thick, but now-flaccid cock. Dr. P wrapped his hands around Brian's and said, "I got gallons of special cleaner. I'm going to start leaking if I don't turn on my hose soon. I take it that it's okay to do it here on the bed. It's already pretty messy." "Mama bought a super mattress pad when she bought me and Brian our new bed," Danny said. "See, I wet the bed still sometimes. But I think she also knows we sometimes like to do pee stuff." "So should we just hose you down, poopy baby?" the doctor asked. "Not yet. Brian, get the spoon out of my desk, okay?" Brian jumped from the bed and padded over to the bed, stopping for a moment to look at the still sleeping infant. Dr, P could see the look of complete love soften the teen's face. But it was lust-tinted love. He brought the soup spoon back to the bed and sat next to Danny. Dr. P's face wrinkled in curiosity. "One time after I came back home and you fixed me up, I was real horny. I wasn't taking the pain stuff anymore and I so needed to cum. Danny did it for me. Used his mouth and hands. But he wanted to know how much I shot, so he got the spoon. After I cummed he scraped it all off. Of course he ate it, the little perv. We've never done this, but I think I know what he wants." Brian took the spoon and scraped some of his soft, chocolate-sauce shit off the boy's pubis. Danny sat upright, his mouth wide open. Brian slipped the spoon in, and Danny sucked its contents off immediately. "Poopoo Baby needs more!" Danny chirped gleefully. Brian scraped more of the shit from the boy's torso, feeding it to him until Dr. P put his hand over Brian's. "My turn." Danny closed his eyes and kept them shut, waiting for the touch of the metal spoon against his tongue. Each time he felt it, he closed his lips and sucked it clean. Finally he was as clean as could be accomplished with just a spoon except for one sizable splotch of Brian poop. "I'm almost done, sweety," the man said softly. "I want you to watch as I feed you the last of Brian's stuff." Danny did as requested. "Not `stuff' Dr. Daddy. Poop. Poopoo. Crap. Dookie. Doodoo. Caca. Crap. Shit. Feed me the last of his shit!" Dr. P scraped up half of the remaining soft shit, looked closely at it, then put the spoon in his own mouth. He scraped the rest and put that in as well. Then he leaned over the boy, pressed his lips against the boy's lips, and pushed his tongue and at least half the shit into Danny's mouth. They swapped their filthy load back and forth until Brian edged his way in and joined the passionate mouth embrace. The three passed the foul-tasting mass back and forth among them until it was gone. "Now it's time to hose you down, my filthy poopoo boy. What do we do about this?" the man asked pointing at the shit log still lying on Danny's tummy. Danny picked it up, careful not to let it break. "I'm saving it for later. Brian knows what I want to do with it, don't you Poopoo Daddy?" Brian giggled and nodded briskly. Danny then kissed the turd, licked its full length and slid it in his mouth. After several minutes of deep throating it as much as his sore throat would allow, he carefully put it on the pillow behind him. Dr P asked, "Who's first? Or you want us at the same time?" "You first, Dr. Daddy. Okay? I tasted Bri-Bri wee-wee before. Now I want Pee Daddy's peepee." Dr. P straddled the youngster again. He badly needed to piss, his piss slit dribbling in anticipation. He aimed his thick hose at the boy's chest and a powerful stream burst out. The piss hosed off much of the remaining shit that had streaked Danny's chest. It ran in brown rivulets down the boy's chest, puddled for a moment around his dickie, and flowed onto the already dirty sheet. Danny was surprised by the force, surprised and incredibly turned on. He leaned forward, letting the hot urine splash his face before taking the spewing cock in his mouth. He couldn't keep up with the force and volume of the man's piss, but he didn't care. It flowed around the cock and out his nose. The taste, oh so delightfully strong and salty-bitter, was like a drug to the child. He grabbed his straining tally-whacker and, still gulping, wanked himself to a fast, soft, but glowing orgasm. All too soon for both man and boy, the flow stopped. Dr. P slipped his fully softened penis out of Danny's still gulping mouth. Brian forcefully pushed the man out of the way and grabbed Danny's head by the long blond hair at the crown and pushed it down. Dr. P was surprised how rough the teen was, but Danny's immediate submissiveness showed him that this was a game the boys had played before. Brian pushed his spring-loaded four inch hardon down. If he hadn't pushed it downward, his piss would have fountained straight upward. As hard as it was, it was difficult to get the stream started. Brian closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose. Three drops dribbled from the inflamed tip of the boy's sheathed cockhead. Then two quick squirts sprayed six inches forward, wetting the little boy's tummy. Then, without warning, a dark yellow, thick stream of smelly teen piss gushed out and splashed against Danny's head, quickly and thoroughly wetting his hair. Prick still spewing, Brian lifted Danny's head up by his hair. Dr. P expected to see the little boy's mouth open. Since he loved eating shit, the boy was surely an avid piss drinker. But the man was shocked to see the his forehead wrinkled in an effort to keep his bright blue eyes wide open. Brian's piss splashed on Danny's forehead and flowed freely down his face, much of it in his eyes. As strong smelling as the piss was, it had to burn. But Danny did nothing to get away. His mouth gaping, he simply sucked in as much as he could until Brian redirected the flow into his mouth. Danny didn't clamp his mouth around Brian's penis as he'd done with Dr. P's. Instead he kept his mouth open and gulped as much of the piss down as little mouth allowed. Finally, Brian directed his stream to hit the little boy's straining dickie. The heat of the piss, the force of the spray, and the sense of being Brian's piss slave was all Danny needed to bring him one, last cum. More like a goose bump shiver than a full fledged cum, it was enough to completely relax the boy. He slumped out of Brian's loose grip and laid back down, avoiding the 11-inch shit log on his pillow. Brian laid down next to his lover and began licking his face like a mother cat, pausing every few licks to tongue kiss the smaller boy. Dr. P waited a few minutes as the two boys caught their breath. He then leaned in and kissed Brian gently on the cheek then took his turn at Danny's gaping mouth. Even though Brian's tongue had already swept the little boy's mouth several times, it still tasted and reeked heavily of piss. Dr. P loved it. After finishing cleaning Danny's mouth, he joined the teen licking the older boy's piss from Danny's face and torso. Between licks, he asked "Do you want me to get a washcloth and clean out your eyes?" Danny shook his head. "No, thank you. I like it." "How come?" the man asked. "It must burn." "Not anymore. It did the first couple of times Brian did it. But I got used to it." "Can I ask you, why'd you start this? It seems so, I don't know...not like how much you love each other." Danny smiled, then answered, "When Brian told me how his father and his customers would do it, I mean pee right in his eyes, it sounded awful. I hated what they did to him. But he told me after awhile he kind of liked it. Made him feel...Well, how'd you say it?" "It makes me feel totally controlled," Brian answered. "There's a big part of me that really likes that." "Yeah, that's it. Totally controlled," the younger boy continued. "I still thought it sounded awful, and I knew I wouldn't like it. But I wanted to have Brian do it to me so I could... I guess it's like I wanted to make it better for him. And if he did that then I'd take some of the badness away. I told him to do it just like they did. This was right after you fixed him up. He didn't want to, but I told him he'd do it if he loved me. He got kinda mad I said that but he knew why I did. "The first time we did it in the tub. I knelt in front of him and he stood up. It hurt so much when he grabbed my hair and pushed my head down. And the pee stung so much I cried a lot. He started crying, too. Told me he hated what he was doing. I told him not to stop. When he was all done he was bawling worse than Timmy. Said he'd never do it again. I told him he had to until I said no more. Had to do it every time he had to pee and I was here. "So after like the third time, the pee didn't sting so much. That time I got the tingles when he did it. Didn't even touch my dinky. And I really loved him being rough with me. Brian explained it's called being a bottom. We both are. But I'm his special pee bottom. I won't do it to him. Only him to me." "That's great, Danny," Dr. P said. "I guess it's kind of funny. We're all bottoms here. But I love topping both of you. So I guess I'm the top for my two little nasty bottom boys. Say, what are you going to do with this?" He touched the turd on the pillow. "Brian knows. But first I gotta give Brian some of the poopy cum-cums in my poopoo hole. I never did that like Brian did to me before." Danny climbed over the older boy and got his creamy cheeks near Brian's freckled face. He pulled his cheeks apart, opening his red, puffy, distended asshole. Brian began licking avidly at it. Danny strained slightly and a fluttery fart wafted from his hole, which readily opened. Danny didn't need to strain any more. A thick, large sticky, brown glob of Brian's and Dr. P's mixed cum oozed out of the hole. It hung for a moment and then dripped in one lump onto Brian's tongue. The teen kept his tongue out and waved Dr. P closer. The man knew what was wanted. He pushed his head beneath Danny's butt cheeks and clamped his mouth over Brian's. They tongue swapped the gooey, shitty slime for several minutes until there was nothing left. Just as Dr. P pulled away, Danny said, "I got something more for you, Poopoo Daddy." Another fart, this one much louder and ripe with the odor of his wind passing over fresh soft shit. His hole opened quickly as a semi-soft, deep brown mass peeked out. Brian quickly pressed his open mouth over Danny's asshole just as the younger boy's bowels let loose. Shit quickly entered his mouth and oozed around the younger boy's butt cheeks. Brian mashed, chewed, and swallowed the rank mass as quickly as he could. Even so, shit smeared his chin, cheeks, and got up his nose. When Danny was finished unloading his bowels, he scooted his butt up Brian's face, leaving a streak of kiddy-poo along his nose and forehead. He reached behind him and grabbed a small amount of red hair and used it to wipe his hole clean. Well, almost clean. Brian could see several more brown streaks smearing the pale white cheeks and around the puffy boyhole. "I gotta be your TP, Poopoo Baby." Danny slid back down and let Brian thoroughly lick him clean. "Bri-Bri tongue. The bestest toilet paper in the world," Danny trilled. "Now I gotta be your wash cloth." Swinging around, Danny licked up the shitty mess on Brian's face. He peeked into the older boy's nostrils and saw some poop in there. He put his mouth over the nose. "Blow it out, Brian. I want poopy snot." Brian reached into Danny mouth, pinched one nostril shut, and blew hard. He then repeated it with the other nostril. Danny pulled away and stuck out his tongue for Dr. P to see. Two globs of snot and several teeny pieces of shit lay on the tongue. Danny drew in his tongue and swallowed the mess. He then sing-song chanted: "Poopy snot. Poopy snot. "I ate up Brian's poopy snot, "Snotty poop. Snotty poop. "I swallowed Bri-Bri's nasty gloop. "Now my pooper's really bare "It needs something nasty there "So now it's time to say the word "Shove in Daddy's Super-Turd" "I can't believe how clever you are, Danny," Dr. P said. "You could make a fortune writing songs. Except... So, are you going to do what I think you are?" Without a word, Danny reached behind him, picked the shit log off the pillow. He sniffed it, kissed it, licked its entire length, and handed it to Brian. Brian sat up and Danny, still straddling him, bent into the doggy position. He pulled his cheeks apart, revealing his hole. Even though it had been pounded twice, it had closed up nicely by this time. Brian leaned forward and slobbered on Danny's hole. He hocked a loogey -- teenagers seem to have an unlimited supply of slimy saliva -- and spit it on the rounded end of the solid piece of shit he held. He pushed it against the tight hole. Danny grimaced and sucked air between his teeth. "You ever done this before," Dr. P asked, his cock once again at full mast. Danny shook his head. "Only me, Dr. Daddy," Brian answered. "But Danny's been asking for it since I did it. Only my poops been too soft with the stuff you gave me." He pushed hard, the hole slowly opened, and two inches jammed inside. Danny shrieked. Then he said, "Don't stop, Brian. Fuck me with Dr. Daddy's poopoo." Brian carefully pulled the turd out about an inch and forced it back in an additional two inches. He kept up this stratagem -- one inch out, two inches in -- until about an inch remained outside the little boy's rectum. Tears flowed freely from Danny's eyes and spattered on the sheets beneath him. "I can't believe he's got so much in him," the man said to no one in particular. "Are you okay, Danny?" Danny eagerly nodded "yes." Right then, Brian leaned forward, and slipped the protruding inch of Dr. P's Super-Turd into his mouth. He sucked on it a moment, then pushed it in with his tongue. "Yowee!" Danny cried at the last surge of pain. "It's in. It's in. I got it in me. Yippee!" He rubbed his tummy lightly. "I can feel it. It's in there. It's the biggest thing I ever had in me. It's so awesome. Feel it, Daddy. You, too, Brian." Danny's choice of calling him just "daddy," deeply touched the man. He could, in fact, feel the lump inside the boy's intestine. It was so long -- and Danny's rectum so small -- that it curved at the top of the ascending colon. "Do you have to poop it out yet?" Brian asked. "Don't want to. Want to keep it in a long time like you did. Ow!" A cramp hit the little boy, but he recovered and resisted the urge to poop out the intruder. Dr. P and Brian lay down beside Danny and cuddled for several minutes. Finally, Dr. P spoke. "We should get cleaned up. It's pretty messy in here and so are we. Brian used a pillowcase to wipe all of them of any errant fecal matter. Then Dr. P helped Danny stand up. Brian stripped the bed of sheets and mattress pad. "I'll take these to the washing machine," he said. "You guys start showering. But don't do anything without me!" "Do anything?" Dr. P laughed. "I don't think I'll `do anything' for a week!" Once in the shower, the man took over carefully and thoroughly washing and shampooing the boys and himself. Both boys helped because, well, because it was delightful to soap up a lover. The boys never lost their boners, but Dr. P's finally drooped. And as sexy, and stimulating as rubbing each others soapy bodies could be, no one felt sexy; no one felt turned on. This was entirely and only about love and sharing the joy of a lover's body. After everybody was squeaky clean and out of the shower, Dr. P had them all brush their teeth. After teeth were brushed, the man went and got his medical bag. He squeezed a few drops of anti-bacterial liquid down each of their urethras. Then he sprayed Danny's sore throat with anesthetic spray. They were about to get dressed when an infant's wail arose from the boy's bedroom. "Looks like someone's awake," the man said. "What do we do?" The two boys looked knowingly at each other and simultaneously winked. "Feeding time, Daddy!" Danny said. antoniogreen@writeme.com