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 Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus

   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).

   Chapter 12: Timmy's Feeding Time

   From Chapter 11:

   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.

   Now on to Chapter 12:

   "Daddy, will you get a mattress pad from the hall closet and put it on
my bed," Danny asked.  "And Brian, go get one of the bottles from the
fridge and heat it 15 seconds in the microwave.  No more." Then in
explanation to the man, "Mama has this pump to get her milk out in case
she's not here.  She makes a lot even with me and Baby Brian sucking her
titties."

   Dr.  P chuckled at Danny's use of words.  "Well, son, he said as they
moved down the hall toward the squalling infant, "usually the more milk a
woman gives, the more she'll make.  So do you and Brian drink much?"

   "Yeah.  I guess we do.  At least two times a day from Mama's titties. 
Sometimes she even lets us have it for our cereal.  One time she put some
in thermoses and we took it to school.  I got hella hard drinking it in
front of my classmates.  And Brian said he cummed in his pants."

   Danny disappeared into his room as Dr.  P got the mattress pad and clean
sheets for the bed from the hallway linen closet.  There were five thick,
very absorbent pads.  Mrs.  Peters -- Debra -- was well prepared for these
randy boys, he thought.

   When he returned to Danny and Brian's bedroom, Danny had his infant
brother lovingly cuddled in his arms, gently bouncing him and singing
softly.

   Hush little baby don't say a word

   Danny's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

   If that mockingbird don't sing,

   Danny's gonna buy you a diamond ring...

   The infant had quieted to the movement, the song, and Danny's loving
touch.

   "You have a really sweet voice, Danny," the man said, "and you make up
good songs."

   "I didn't make this up," Danny said.  "My mama used to sing it to me. 
Now she sings it to Timmy.  And sometimes to me and Brian when we're in
bed. Sometimes I make up bad words for it though.  Wanna hear?"

   "Sure."

   Still cuddling the infant, Danny started singing in a soft, clear, high
boy soprano voice.

   Hush little baby don't say a word.

   Danny's gonna eat your baby turd.

   If your nasty turd don't stink

   Danny's gonna to suck your baby dink

   If your baby dink don't shiver

   Danny's gonna make your poop hole quiver

   And if your poop hole don't make shit

   Danny's gonna suck out all your spit.

   "It's not a very good one.  Sometimes I make them up really nasty.  But
Timmy loves them.  He doesn't know what they mean.  And I really love
Timmy. So much."

   Just then, Brian entered with Timmy's bottle.  Dr.  P quickly spread the
mattress pad on the bed.  Brian then put a large bath towel on the pad.

   Danny sat down, still holding Timmy, took the bottle from Brian and
tested the temperature on his forearm as Mama had taught him.

   "Perfect.  Thanks, Brian." Over the next few minutes, the infant supped
heartily at the artificial nipple.  If he could have expressed himself, he
would have told how much better he loved his Mama's spongy nipples.  But he
couldn't, and he was hungry, so this poor substitute would do.

   After emptying two-thirds of the milk, Timmy slowed his sucking.  His
head drooped, and he dropped the nipple from his lips.  Timmy gently laid
him on the towel.  With the infant freed from Danny's tight cuddle,
everyone could immediately tell the other reason the Timmy had cried. 
While no where as strong or as rank as the smell that had filled the room a
half hour earlier, a strong odor of baby poo wafted from the sleeping boy.

   "Time to change him," Danny chirped enthusiastically.  "You want be the
catcher, Brian?"

   "Naw.  He's your little brother.  You be the catcher."

   Danny punched Brian none too lightly on the arm.

   "He's your little brother, too," he said.

   "Okay.  Yeah.  I know.  But he was yours first.  You do it so Daddy can
see."

   "I like being called Daddy," Dr.  P said.  "If you're comfortable with
doing that.  But what do you mean by catcher?"

   The boys just smiled at the man.  Danny positioned himself on his knees
beside the infant looking out toward the room.  Brian sat on the bed so he
could do the actual diaper change.  Dr.  P stood near the bed watching,
unsure what was about to transpire but eager to find out.

   "Get ready, Danny," Brian warned.  He grasped the two tapes on the
diaper, and Danny leaned close to Timmy's lower torso.  As Brian pulled the
tapes loose and lowered the tiny diaper, Danny quickly grabbed Timmy's inch
long hard baby penis and dove down to engulf it in his mouth.  It was a
well-choreographed, practiced dance between the boys.

   "Timmy pees every time we take his dipey off," Brian explained.  Danny
gulped loudly for effect.

   "Every time?" Dr.  P asked.

   Danny swallowed the last of the sleeping infant's pee and pulled off the
still hard little rocket.  "Yup," he said.  "He didn't used to.  Just some
times.  Now he does it every time.  If we change him or even if Mama
changes him.  Big old fountain of pee."

   "So you're helping out by catching it before it gets all over the
place?"

   Brian answered, "Yeah.  Mama covers his pee-pee with a cloth.  This way
nothing gets wet.  It's better this way."

   "So you do this just to be of service even though you don't like doing
it," Dr.  P queried.

   Brian and Danny looked at each other, smiled, then laughed.

   "Yeah.  We totally hate it, Dr.  Daddy," Danny giggled.  "And so does
Timmy." He pointed at Timmy's infantile boner.  "Totally hates it, too."

   It was Dr.  P's time to laugh.

   "That's why he pees every time you change him now," he explained. 
"You're rewarding him for peeing when you take the diaper off by sucking
him.  It feels good, you know."

   "Is it going to hurt him?" Danny asked, concern obvious in his voice.

   "Won't hurt him physically, that's for sure.  No one's ever been hurt by
a simple pee-pee sucking.  And if he likes it, I can't see how it could
hurt him in other ways either.  Look, he hasn't even awakened yet, and he
seems pretty happy."

   Indeed, Timmy was gurgling and cooing in his sleep.

   "You going to finish changing him?  He's got a dirty diaper." Dr.  P
pointed at a ping pong ball sized, green lump in the infant's diaper.

   "That's the funnest part," Brian responded.  "You want to be the
cleaner, Danny?"

   "No, I was catcher this time.  You be cleaner."

   Catcher.  Cleaner.  Dr.  P could guess what the latter term meant given
the boys' love of poopoo play.  He mused to himself how the boys had even
devised names for their perverse activities.

   Brian ruffled Danny's blond hair and bent down.  He stuck his tongue out
and licked the tiny baby turdlet.  He then pulled the diaper and poop away
and left it in front of Danny.  He gently lifted the infant's legs up. 
Danny helped by pulling the infant's chubby cheeks apart.  Timmy's crack
was lightly smeared with soft poop.  Brian started licking the poop away.
Timmy started chuffing baby giggles in his sleep.  Brian kept licking
around the infant's crack, around his miniature ball sack, and all over his
still hard penis.

   Brian lifted his head up and pointed at the infant's pubis and ass.

   "See, Dr.  Daddy.  Clean as can be.  We'll powder him later.  Danny, you
want a Timmy tasty snack?"

   Danny lifted the diaper to his face, stuck out his tongue, and swooped
the infant poo-ball into his mouth.  His cheeks bulged as he swished it it
inside.  Then he stuck his tongue out.  The green-brown mass, still fairly
solid, sat precariously on the middle.

   "Yu wana tase?" Danny mumbled pointing at Dr.  P.  The man furrowed his
brow.

   Brian interpreted.  "He wants to know if you want a taste.  We try to
share it if we can."

   "I like brothers who share," the man answered.  "But it seems a little
strange, you know, eating an infant's feces."

   "Hey man, you ate some of our FECES," Brian joked.  He leaned over,
covered Danny's tongue and the little turd ball with his mouth, and sucked
it into his mouth.

   "It tastes really good, Dr.  Daddy," Danny said.  "different than me and
Brian's poopoos.  You gotta try it.  Pleeeeeease."

   "Okay.  If you two boys love it so much, it can't be all bad."

   Dr.  P pressed his mouth against Brian's and pushed his tongue into the
teen boy's mouth.  He was immediately rewarded by having Brian push Timmy's
turd into his mouth.  He pulled away and moved it around inside his mouth
with his tongue.

   In a couple of minutes, Danny pressed his mouth against the man's in a
fetid, French kiss.  Dr, P pushed the poop into the nine-year old's open
maw.

   "That's not bad," Dr.  P said.  "Tastes like cheese and green beans. 
Real mild.  I see why you like it."

   Danny let the poop drop into his hand.  "Yeah and it's real special cuz
it's Timmy's.  I don't know if I'll be able to, but I want to eat his poop
forever!"

   "Danny kinda really loves the little guy," Brian said.  "So do I.  But
Danny's really stuck on him.  I bet he'll being gumming away on Timmy's
turds when they're both old men and don't got no teeth."

   Danny held out the slick baby turd.  "Brian and me share it whenever we
can.  It's pretty easy to break it in half but I don't know if I can do
three.  Can you do it Dr.  Daddy?"

   Dr.  P took the turd and carefully divided it in three and handed a
piece to each boy.

   "Chew but don't swallow, okay?" Brian said.

   They each held their piece up in the air, and almost as if taking a
special, nasty communion.  Dr.  P reached over and put his piece in Brian's
mouth.  Brian put his in Danny's, and Danny completed the circle by feeding
Dr.  P.

   As if on cue, they all started mashing the baby shit at the same time.
Dr.  P was the first to open his mouth and show off the rank contents.  The
two boys followed suit.  They moved together in a three-way lip lock,
embracing firmly and sharing mashed poop and saliva.  As they did, they
couldn't avoid swallowing a little bit at a time.  Eventually, nothing was
left to swap except saliva and lots of love.  They pulled apart but still
hugged and looked at each other in silence.

   Dr.  P finally broke the loving embrace.

   "I guess it's time to change Timmy?"

   "Not yet," Danny answered.  He carefully turned his brother over onto
his tummy and positioned Timmy's chubby little legs under him.  He grabbed
the large bottle of baby oil and squirted it on the infant's butt crack and
then some onto his own straining, red penis.

   "You aren't going to fuck him, are you?" Dr.  P said in alarm.

   "No way, Dr.  Daddy.  I want to but it might hurt him.  I don't want to
do that for anything," Danny answered.  He moved into place behind the
upraised cheeks of the infant, pulled his dickie down, and slid it down the
oily, chubby cheeks until it finally rested between Timmy's legs.  Then he
started moving slowly in and out, careful to keep his dick in place.

   Very softly, Danny started singing to his brother.

   "I love my little Timmy

   "So I fuck my baby Timmy

   "It makes me feel so shimmy

   "When I fuck my baby Timmy."

   He kept up the steady movements and the soft singing until he shivered
in an oily, dry cum.  He pulled off the baby and collapsed onto his heels,
catching his breath.

   Dr.  P asked, "Are you going to do it now, Brian?"

   "No.  It looks cool.  But right now there's only one baby I want to
fuck. That's Danny, my Poopoo Baby.  But we gotta do one more thing to make
it all square.  It ain't fair to get off and not get the other guy off. 
Right?"

   Brian turned little Timmy back onto his back.  Amazingly, the sleeping
infant still sported a hard little stick.The teen wedged his way in front
of Danny.  He pulled Timmy's legs up like he'd done when he'd licked him
clean.  He reached over and squeezed baby oil on his middle finger then
gently pushed it against the infant's hole.  It slipped in easily.

   "You know, Dr.  Daddy.  My father got paid to have me do stuff with
little kids.  A lot older than Timmy.  Like 4 and 5 years old.  I'd finger
fuck them then use my dick.  Then their daddies would fuck them.  Their
holes were always so much tighter.  How come Timmy's so much looser?"

   By then, Brian was slowly finger fucking his new little brother.  He
bent down and engulfed the little rocket.

   "It's like this, guys.  Infants' hole are loose so that they can poop
easily.  They don't start tightening up for about a year."

   Dr.  P watched entranced as Brian sucked the little guy while finger
fucking him.  Then he stopped the in-out movement.

   "I got it it," Brian announced.  "I got his little boy place." He then
went back to sucking the child, harder than before this time.

   Timmy opened his eyes and started making gooey, gurgly cooing sounds. 
His legs started waving around and his head rocked from side to side. 
Suddenly he stiffened and all movement stopped except Brian's gentle
probing of his minuscule prostate.

   As suddenly as it started, Timmy's orgasm passed.  He closed his eyes
and flopped to the bed, asleep once again.

   Brian and Danny did rock-paper-scissors to see who would finish Timmy's
changing.  Danny won as he usually did.  That might seem odd to someone who
knew that Brian was the 8th grade rock-paper-scissors champion in school.

   When Timmy was washed thoroughly, wiped with baby wipes, powdered, and
diapered, Dr.  P laid him in his crib and pushed the crib back into Debra's
bedroom.

   The boys cleaned up their bedroom room and made the bed completely. 
Danny gave the room one more good spray of Ozium.  The two boys hated the
smell but it eliminated all the bad (or not so bad depending on your point
of view) smells.

   "Can I ask you a couple of questions, Daddy?" Danny asked.

   Dr.  P noticed how the kids were using that term more and more often.

   "Would I be a horrible person if I wanted to fuck Timmy for real?"

   "No, you wouldn't" the man answered.  "Some people might think so, but I
don't.  He loves what you do to him.  It's just that it's too early for
him."

   "Yeah.  I know that.  How old do you think?"

   "Three-ish.  Maybe younger if you're not too big.  But 3 seems good."

   Danny smiled.  "I know what I want for my 12th birthday!" he laughed.

   "What's your other question, son?"

   Son!  Danny loved that word.

   "Mama's taught me all about men and women and how babies are made.  But
can a boy ever get pregnant?

   Dr.  P suppressed a laugh.

   "Are you worried that Brian might accidentally make a baby in you?"

   "Not worried.  It's weird.  I know.  But I kind of wish he could.  You
know.  Make a baby in me.  I really love him so much.  I've never even told
him about this.  Isn't there some sort of pill or shot or something you
could give me?"

   Tears misted Danny's eyes.

   Dr.  P pulled Danny on the bed next to him.  Brian stood beside them,
his hand lying tenderly on his boy lover's shoulder.

   Dr.  P spoke softly.  "Danny, sweetheart, I want you to answer me
something as honestly as you can.  We've shared a lot today.  I need you to
share this with me.  Can you do that?"

   Danny nodded his head `yes.'

   "There are some boys," Dr.  P continued, "who early on in their lives,
way younger than you, like when they're even 3 or 4, know they aren't
really a boy inside.  In their hearts.  They know they'd be much, much
happier being a girl.They want to dress like girls.  Play girl games with
dolls and such.  Live like a girl all their lives.  They're called
transgender children.

   "So what I want you to answer me, and I will love you just as much
regardless if the answer is ye or no..."

   Brian interrupted Dr.  P.  He knew what the man was getting at.  "Me
too, Danny.  You know I'll always, always love you no matter what!"

   Dr.  P smiled at the tall, loving boy.  "Thank you, son.  So, what Brain
and I want to know is this, Danny.  Do you think you'd be happier being a
girl?  A real girl with a vagina and breasts and all the girl parts?"

   Danny hugged Dr.  P tightly.  Both Brian and Dr.  P were sure the hug
was because the man had hit on a deep need within Danny.  Brian was
disappointed -- for himself.  He loved doing boy-boy things with Danny. 
But he also felt a surge of protective love, needing to give his lover
whatever he -- or she -- needed.

   Danny pulled away from the hug.  A beaming smile lit his face.

   "No way, Daddy.  I love my boy parts.  And I can't wait to
squirty-squirt like Brian does.  Like you do.  I know I'm gay.  I love
being gay.  There's no way I want to be a girl.  I just want to have
Brian's baby.  I think it'd be cool to be a boy and be pregnant.  I guess I
can't.  But I dream about holding and loving a baby I knew was his and part
mine, too.

   "I guess that can't happen, he finished a tad sadly.  "Well, but me and
him still get to love Timmy together."

   "No, Danny, dear, dear Danny, you cannot get pregnant.  And if you have
time when we're finished here, I'll show you why on the Internet.  But
maybe, somehow, you can get your dream anyway."

   Danny had no idea what his new lover -- his man lover, his Daddy lover
-- was talking about.  But the words comforted him and he was glad he'd
talked about a secret he'd held so tightly since he first fell in love with
Brian.