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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 contains scenes of sex between boys and a man and a boy and
his infant (then toddler) brother including watersports and scat scenes. 
It also contains 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 13: Danny's Special 12th Birthday

   Summary: Danny is about to celebrate his 12th birthday with his loving
family comprising his Mama, Daddy, and 15 year old lover, Brian.  The
special present for this joyous occasion is his little brother Timmy's
virgin (well almost virgin) rear.

   From Chapter 12:

   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.

   Now on to Chapter 13:

   Timmy stood up from his toy cars and rushed over to give Danny a huge
hug around the legs

   "Danny home!  Danny home!  Where Bi-Bi?"

   Danny swooped the almost three year old toddler into his arms and gave
him a long, wet kiss on the lips.  Timmy's little tongue poked frantically
into his older brother's mouth.

   "Remember, Big Boy, I told you Bri-Bri goes to a different school than
me.  And he plays football after school.  He'll be home soon.  I love you,
Big Boy." Danny pushed his tongue into Timmy's mouth for a slow, languid,
deep kiss.

   "You taste like grape juice.  Did you just have some?"

   "Gape juze."
 Danny squeezed his little brother.  Twelve years
old. Finally.  Today -- tonight -- was THE DAY.  It seemed like forever for
the lanky, wiry blond.  Danny had waited eagerly, anxiously, for three
years -- a near eternity.  And it would finally happen ...  tonight at his
special family birthday party.

   His mother had promised him that during his special birthday party --
his family party with his Mama, his Daddy, his Brian, and his Timmy -- he'd
finally be able to consummate his love for his almost 3-year old brother.

   Danny had already had his friend-party.  Three years earlier, when he
turned 9, Danny refused to have one when Mama asked him.  He was sure --
correctly -- no one would have come.  He wasn't bullied or teased.  Just a
total outsider whom no one thought much about.

   Shortly after getting close to Brian, he started gaining more
self-confidence.  He joined in doing things with his classmates, not afraid
of being teased if he couldn't throw a ball well or didn't know the rules
to dodgeball.  Brian was teaching him.  And if he faltered, with everyone
knowing Brian was a real buddy, no one would be stupid enough to tease him.

So his friend birthday party this year was well attended.  The only
person who couldn't attend was a girl who'd come down with the flu.  The
sleep over was awesome.  His room was freshly cleaned and given a good
airing out. . .just in case.  Two of the boys who attended were eighth
graders like Danny; another a seventh grader.  The fourth, a shy 10-year
old named Tristan from another school whom Danny had befriended through his
mother.

   "Why's he here?" the three schoolmates asked they saw that Tristan was
staying over.  They'd hoped the sleepover would be "fun" like the previous
ones: A suck and jack off fest where they all slept naked.  With Tristan
there, they were afraid that wouldn't happen.  For his part Tristan was
nervous because, while he'd slept over naked with Danny as well, he was
afraid of having one of his very frequent wet nights.  He also assumed that
with the others there, he and Danny wouldn't be able to fool around like he
loved to do.
Danny told his schoolmates -- his best friends at school and all openly
gay with each other but with no one else -- that Tristan and he also had
special gay fun together.  And he told Tristan that fellow party-goer Tommy

was a bed wetter just like he and Danny were.

   With that introduction, the boys all became fast friends.  The evening
sleepover started with regular ghost stories and lots of soda.  Then the
boys each shared their dirtiest jokes.  And for ten to thirteen year olds,
those were pee and poop jokes.  By early evening, the five boys were all on
their tummies, squirming with full bladders and very full boners.

   Finally Tristan couldn't take it any longer and stood to go pee.  Danny
stopped him.  "Let's show these fags how real fags go to the bathroom!" he
said.  Tristan was surprised, embarrassed...and so very horny to do it.

   "You sure?" he asked.  Danny eagerly nodded.  Tristan pulled off his
pants completely, his three inch bone sticking straight out.  Danny and he
jumped on the bed and pulled off all the covers except the bottom sheet and
super absorbent mattress cover.  He immediately started peeing on his
friend's face, the piss splashing into Danny's open blue eyes.  Danny
opened his mouth and Tristan pissed inside.  While pissing, Tristan sang.

   Happy birthday to you.

   Happy birthday to you

   If you don't drink all my peepee

   You can eat all my poo.

   Danny and Tristan had played many piss games together, but this last
line made Danny wonder, just maybe...

   That started an orgy of piss drinking among the boys.  None of the three
schoolmates had shared their love of piss with the other, but once Danny
and Tristan led the way, they all got naked, got soaked, and got full.

   The piss games led to jack off and suck sessions where everyone came
once, Danny and Anthony in small, clear squirts, the rest dry.  Even so,
nobody lost his boner.  Only Danny knew why but nobody cared.

   Danny then told everybody he wanted to do something new and he wanted to
video it.  He explained that Tristan and he had been fucking for a couple
of months and wanted them to do it, too.  If they didn't want to, it'd be
okay.  By then they were all so horny they all agreed.  A little bit of a
new pharmaceutical supplied by Daddy called "Sexstasy" dropped into soda
goes a long way with young boys.

   The filming of the ensuing fuck fest wasn't high quality, but it was
hot! Danny started by greasing up Tristan's 10-year old hole and shoving
his 3 1/2 inch -- getting close to 4 inch -- rod into it.  Tristan cooed in
delight and told Danny to "do it hard, big boy," which elicited hoots of
laughter.

   By the time the Sexstasy had worn off around 1 in the morning, every boy
had been fucked by every other boy, Anthony and Danny were shooting blanks,
and all the boys' dicks were sore.  Sore and happy.

   Thinking about the sleepover the last weekend and what would transpire
later that evening made Danny painfully hard.  He was not wearing
underwear, so his boner rubbed harshly against his jeans.  A slight amount
of precum moistened the tip of his circumcised boner.  He liked to call it
precum, but it was really just lubrication.  It didn't flow freely like
Brian's and Daddy's did.  It didn't drool onto the sheets and leave a
sticky, slippery spot like Brian's precum did when they were cuddling
before their long, passionate, and frequently filthy sex.

   Brian: His brother of three years.  His lover for as long.  His
"husband" for exactly one year to the day.

   Timmy pulled Danny from his reverie.  "Timmy wanna sucky-suck."

   "You want me to suck your big boy pee-pee?" Danny asked.

   Timmy shook his head.

   "You want to suck mine?"

   "YAY!  Timmy sucky-suck Danny."

   Danny stood Timmy on the floor and unbuttoned his own Levis.  Timmy
reached up and pulled them down to his brother's ankles, catching his boner
briefly.  The rock hard cock snapped back and smacked against Danny's
pubis. It always hurt a little when this happened, but Danny loved the mild
pain.  Like his brother, lover, husband, he loved more than mild pain as
well.  Brian had brought him along well.

   Timmy pulled the boner down and swallowed its full 3 1/2 inches in one
motion.

   "Oh fuck, Timmy," Danny moaned.  "That feels so fucking good." He began
slowly fucking his penis in and out of the toddler's mouth.  He hadn't
intended on cumming yet.  He knew the evening was going to be filled with
lots of fun.  The evenings of his and Brian's birthdays always were.  He
wanted to save up his cum -- cum that had started two weeks earlier.  But
he could never deny his brother the joy the little guy got from sucking him
or being sucked.

   Suddenly Danny shivered and ejaculated three watery little spurts into
Timmy's mouth, the first time he'd done so with his little brother.

   Timmy dropped Danny's penis from his mouth and squinched up his face.

   "What dat?  Not pee-pee!"

   "Sorry, Big Boy.  It's cum.  Just like Bri-Bri's.  Do you like it?"

   Timmy nodded his head "yes" and grabbed Danny's still hard dick again.

   "Want dink NOW!" he demanded as only a three year old could.

   Danny laughed.  Timmy was saying he wanted a drink, but he couldn't say
the `r' so it sounded like dink.  Just like the dink that was going to give
him the drink.  Timmy slid his lips over Danny's dink.  He looked up at his
brother with his emerald eyes glittering in anticipation.  Danny stroked
the toddler's long, bright red hair that had never been cut, and
concentrated on starting the flow of urine slowly so he wouldn't choke his
brother as he'd accidentally done on a few occasions.

   Timmy had drunk Danny and Brian's piss for all of his almost three short
years.  When he started making his first sounds, he would coo "mmm" when he
wanted either Debra's milk or the boys' piss.  Debra didn't mind.  She knew
urine was aseptic as long as the giver was free of disease.  And her two
boys -- natural-born Danny and adopted-through-love Brian -- were kept very
healthy and free of disease.  And little Timmy seemed to love the warm,
salty liquid from the two boys who both loved him deeply.

   The "mmm" sounds grew to "mama" for Mama's warm, sweet milk and "bebe"
for the warm, salty urine, probably derived from the boys trying to get him
to say "peepee." Eventually they did succeed.  About midway between his
second and third years, when babies are gaining huge stores of vocal sounds
and are starting to really speak, Timmy finally said "Dada peepee" for
Danny's urine and Baba Peepee" for Brian's.

   Teething had presented a problem for the two horny older boys since
Timmy wanted to chew on everything: toys, spoons, his crib, his Mama's
tits, and the boys' dicks.  But Debra showed them how she stopped him from
chewing on her breasts, and the finger in the mouth alongside the penis
strategy worked fairly well.  Both boys did experience nips and bites, but
generally the discomfort was small and easily acceptable for two youngsters
who loved pain when connected with loving sex.  Except for one time, Timmy
decided to chomp down extra hard on poor Brian's very erect, five incher.
Brian yelped.  Timmy drew blood.  And Brian's prick spewed cum into the
almost one-year old's throat.

   The startle from Brian's yelp and gagging on the sudden spurts of jizz
were enough to teach the baby not to bite hard ever again.  Both boys were
relieved but also a bit disappointed.

   "Hey Danny Boy," Brian's baritone filled the house as he entered, coming
home from football practice.  "You filling up the little guy?"

   Excited to see his other big brother, Timmy immediately released Danny's
dick, ran over to Brian and hugged his knees tightly.  Fortunately, Danny
was carefully controlling his piss flow so only a few errant splashes
spattered Timmy's 49ers t-shirt.

   "Bi-Bi!  Bi-Bi!" the toddler cried excitedly.  Brian lifted him up and
gave him a full mouth kiss, probing the insides with his tongue.

   Now 16 years old, Brian had grown into a muscular hunk of a teen.  Star
quarterback on his high school football team, he was eyed from a distance
by almost every girl in the school.  But the girls all knew he was off
limits, although a few thought if only they could have a chance with him in
bed, the handsome athlete would "turn straight."

   Brian had made a bold move not long after starting high school. 
Strengthened by Danny's, Mama's, and Daddy's undying love, Brian came out
on Facebook.  As he'd expected, the next day, he was besieged by
schoolmates who were either confused, angered, accepting, or completely
supportive.  He endured several months of taunts -- "faggot" being the
unimaginative most common one.

   At first his teammates shunned him, but he was too strong and skilled at
all sports to be ignored.  His coaches all gave him their support,
including -- or especially --- Coach Meyers who secretly told Brain of his
own homosexuality that he begged remain secret.  Brian and Coach Meyers
even developed a sexual relationship, acted out whenever the Coach's wife
was on one of her extended work trips.

   Eventually, the small school accepted Brian's gayness.  He even proudly
wore the epithet of "the fag who could kick ass on or off the filed." His
courage prompted three other boys and five girls to also come out as gay,
lesbian, or bi and form an LGBT support group.

   One very small, very shy 14-year old kid who'd been labelled "wimp" and
"fag" by his peers called Brian one afternoon crying.  Even though Brian
barely knew him, Greg admitted being a "faggot." But he couldn't come out.
He couldn't face the other kids like Brian did.  And he knew his father
would kill him -- or worse -- for being a fag.  He didn't see any way out
but to kill himself.  Brian bicycled madly to the boy's home.  They talked
for three hours, and Greg finally agreed not to do anything drastic and to
call Brian every day to let him know he was still okay.

   When they'd finished, Brian kissed Greg on the forehead.  Greg grabbed
Brian's head and kissed him full on the lips and then shoved his tongue
deep into the bigger boy's mouth.  His first French kiss.  He'd dreamed and
masturbated to the idea of doing this many times.  He always tried to
imagine girls' mouth, but boys' faces would quickly replace female images.
The face most often was the hunky, brave, gorgeous redhead he was now
Frenching.

   Suddenly he shuddered and dumped a massive load of cum into his
underwear.  The orgasm had brought him back to reality and he pushed away
from Brian.  Bawling, he tried to run from his bed.  Brian grabbed him and
pulled him back down.  He told Greg how much he enjoyed the kiss and the
spontaneous cum.  He told the slight boy how impressed he was by the
quantity of cum, given the rapidly spreading wet spot on his jeans.  He
advised Greg that he, Brian, would love to fool around, but he had a
boyfriend, and would have to check with him before he could do anything
with Greg.

   Later that night, Danny told Brian that he knew the only way he could
keep his lover was to let him enjoy other boys.  Great wisdom for a nine
and a half year old.  It also led to an agreement between the boys that
they could have sex with whomever they wished.  They could even "fall in
love." But their true love was forever.

   The next day, Brian and Greg played out Greg's two of long time
fantasies at Greg's house after school.  Brian was shocked at the size of
the other boy's cock.  He'd expected one in line with Greg's small size. 
But at fourteen, the skinny brunette sported a hardon that approached 7
inches.  And thick.  Seeing Brian's surprise when he pulled off his pants,
Greg apologized for being such a freak.  He was serious, too.  No other boy
had ever seen his cock, soft or hard like it was right then.  He was
ashamed of its size.  Brian socked him hard on the arm and pushed him on
the bed.

   They 69ed for a short time.  Greg flooded Brian within 10 seconds of the
bigger boy deep throating all of Greg's hard cock.  After catching his
breath, Greg begged Brian to fuck him.  Brian had grown to five inches by
this time, and he had gotten thicker.  But compared to Greg, his was a
little dink.  He agreed.  Greg screamed in intense pain when Brian first
entered him.

   When Brian said he was going to pull out, Greg grabbed him by the butt
cheeks and rammed him in all the way.  That elicited another loud, deeply
pained shriek.  Both boys came at that instant.  Brian fucked Greg one more
time and Brian returned the favor with Brian once.  Greg was impressed that
Brian could take his straining erection.  And because he'd already cum
three times, he lasted 20 minutes, plowing -- viciously at times -- into
Brian's frequently fucked anus.  When he did cum, he only had a few
pathetic squirts, but that didn't lessen the screaming intensity of his
first fuck cum.

   Greg was impressed and more than a little weirded out when Brian cleaned
his limp, shit-streaked cock when it plopped out his hole.  And although
Brian wanted to kiss him right then, Greg was glad he used mouth wash
first. They would eventually forego that delicacy.

   "Hey, Brian!  Let the little guy come up for air!" Danny called out.

   Brian pulled his tongue from the 3-year old's mouth.

   "You tasted so good, Timmy.  Danny peepee.  Right?"

   "Danny peepee.  Tase yummy."

   Brian knelt down and put the little boy back in front of his toy cars.
When he stood, Danny hugged him tightly.  At six-foot four, Brian towered a
good foot and a half over his brother and lover.  But somehow they always
fit together perfectly, this time in a long, deep, lover's tongue kiss.

   "Got any left for me, Sweety?" Brian asked as they broke their lip lock.
"I saved mine since lunch time for you."

   Danny answered, "I saved mine, too.  I didn't give that much to the
little guy."

   "Tonight's the start of your special birthday celebration," Brian said.
He went to their chest of drawers and got out four 20mg Cialis tablets. 
"Let's wash these down right now."

   Each boy took two pills, knowing they'd be hard from that Friday evening
well into Sunday.  The family always celebrated their special parties for
the boys on the weekend closest to the actual birthday.  But this year
Danny's actual birthday serendipitously fell on Friday, so this very, very
special celebration would actually take place on his birthday.

   "One at a time or at the same time?" Brian asked.

   "Let's 69 and drink our wine," Danny sang.

   Quickly the boys were both naked, and remained so the rest of the
weekend.  They laid on the bed head to foot, Brian had to twist a bit to
get in line with Danny's already hard cock.  They smiled at each other as
each put the two tablets on their lips.  Then, simultaneously, they covered
the other's cockhead with their lips.  Oh, how Danny loved Brian's foreskin
stretching, asshole widening 7-plus inches.  Just as much as Brian loved
his mate's almost 4-incher.

   Both boys had mastered pissing with a hardon.  Danny's flow, diminished
by Timmy's earlier drink, flowed easily into Brian's mouth, washing down
the double dose of Cialis.

   Brian, though, had a full, aching bladder that needed fast release. 
After a few tentative little squirts, it erupted into Danny's mouth,
forcing the boner pills down in a flood of piss.  His flow was so fast that
Danny couldn't keep up with it.  Piss oozed from around Danny's tight lip
seal around Brian's thick pole.  Piss flowed freely from his nostrils. 
Many boys would have despised the feeling of any liquid -- especially rank,
smelly piss -- coming out their nose.  But Danny loved it, and Brian knew
he did.  So whenever possible -- like almost every morning -- he flooded
Danny's mouth.

   Midway through the torrent flowing in him, Danny felt a small, wet
tongue licking at his nostrils.  He opened his eyes and could just barely
make out Timmy's out-of-focus face eagerly licking the snotty piss spurting
from his nose.

   Once the flow had stopped, all three boys sat up and giggled.

   "Bi-Bi good peepee.  Yummy.  Yummy," Timmy chirped.  He then jumped down
from the bed and went back to playing with his cars.  If there was anything
Timmy loved as much as piss, poop, sucking, being sucked, and fucking his
older brothers it was playing with his myriad cars.

   "Daddy's gonna be home soon," Brian said.  "He cleared all his afternoon
appointment slots and is off-call this whole weekend.  He wants your party
to be as awesome as mine was."

   Hearing that the only father he had ever known would soon be home made
Danny think back to his special tenth birthday party and his Daddy's role.

   The "Daddy" in Danny's and Brian's life had started out as Dr.  Jameson.
He then became variously Dr.  P (for Paul), Dr.  Peepee or Dr.  Poopoo for
his enjoyment of nasty sex play with the boys.  Or Dr.  Daddy.  But he'd
quickly fallen in love with both boys and wanted to do more than simply
share in sex with them.  He wanted to share in their lives.  He and Debra
discussed this for long hours then came up with a solution.

   So, during Danny's tenth special family birthday party, Dr.  Daddy
proposed to Debra Peters in front of the boys.  She accepted.  He then
proceeded to adopt both boys -- wresting agreement from Brian's birth
father easily.  So while during sex the boys still called him Dr.  Peepee
and Dr.  Poopoo -- as well as Dr.  Sucker and Dr.  Fucker -- he had become
Daddy to the two now completely legal brothers.

   A few days after the family's special birthday party, Daddy introduced
the boys to Sexstacy.  This long lasting sexual stimulant had been
developed by Pfiser to complement its best seller Viagra.  It was developed
for men who had lost interest in sex, but it was soon found to work as well
on women.  It was far more effective than actual Ecstasy, lasted far
longer, lacked any significant side effects, and didn't make the user
speedy feeling like its chemical precursor.

   Daddy gave it to the boys that weekend because of a special wish from
the 10-year old birthday boy.  Danny had begged his new daddy to let him
get gang banged.  The closest he'd come before was having Brian and Daddy
fuck him with Cialis hardened cocks over a two day period.  Brian's tales
of being gang fucked when he was hustling for his father sounded both awful
and terribly sexy.  Danny knew his boy pussy would love it if it was done
with love. . .even if it hurt.

   Daddy agreed to the gang bang.  He brought together five friends he knew
shared his interest in boys.  Unknown to Danny and Brian, they also shared
their love of piss and scat.  They got together around noon on the Saturday
following Danny's actual birthday.  Mama and Timmy had left for the balance
of the weekend, giving the group free run of the house.

   Paul Jameson-Peters wanted to give the boys a chance to get to know the
men who would be sexing with them over the next day and a half, so the
group sat around chatting over a hearty lunch of hamburgers and homemade
potato salad.  The men and boys drank soda.  Lots of soda.  Midway through
the meal, Daddy ceremoniously gave the men and boys double doses of 20mg
Cialis, Sexstacy, and strong diuretic.  He also administered a powerful
laxative in their drinks.  The men knew about the laxative.  Brian and
Danny didn't.

   Four of the men were professionals in their 30s: Another doctor, a
lawyer, a college professor, and a fifth grade teacher (who never touched
his students, as much as he wanted to, although he'd jacked off numerous
times to thee boys' school photos).  The fifth visitor was an early 20s
construction worker who sat next to Danny during their "little chat." Of
the group, he was the most gentle, the most loving, and Danny developed a
quick affection for him.  Danny also liked the wet spot he recognized as
leaking precum moistening the front of his light blue cotton pants.

   Finally the group retired to the basement "playroom." Daddy had built
the playroom with Debra's blessings as soon as he knew he'd be in the boy's
sex lives for quite a while.

   The room was covered floor to ceiling in non-slip tile with a large
floor drain in the middle.  An open toilet and bidet and three showers
lined one wall.  Another wall had a variety of rings at various heights. 
Though Danny didn't know what they were for, Brian did and hoped to be able
to use them.  A water proof built-in cabinet sat opposite the rings. 
Padded chairs, medical examination tables, and several other pieces of
apparatus were pushed up against the fourth wall.  A large screen monitor
and DVD player were safely ensconced behind a waterproof barrier.  Finally,
in opposite corners were two hoses for clean up.

   The room had seen its share of piss and scat play among Danny, Brian,
Daddy, and -- to a lesser extent -- Timmy.

   Once in the room, Daddy set up four video cameras around the room.  The
men all stripped naked.  Daddy told the boys to take off shirt and shoes
but to stay in their white Levis and underpants.  The sex fest started with
a suck off round robin.  All five newcomers sat in a row in padded chairs.
Daddy manned a handheld cam and a timer.  The boys knelt in front of the
men -- each of whom sported hard, dripping cocks.  Danny started at one end
of the line; Brian at the other.

   None of the men possessed huge cocks, but all were very big.  The doctor
had chosen them from among his gay friends/patients for their interests in
boys, their love of filth, and their good sized cocks.  He wanted Danny's
first gang bang orgy to be one he'd remember well.  Marcus -- the
construction worker -- was longest at almost 8 inches.

   When Daddy gave the signal, the boys started sucking the man in front of
them.  When the alarm went off after 1 minute, the boys shifted and sucked
the next man in line, leap-frogging Marcus who was in the middle.  The men
were pleasantly surprised at how much the 10-year old (plus 4 days) could
take of their big cocks.  He'd had enough practice to be able to get each
down to the top of his throat, sometimes farther.  Brian, of course, was
able to get more in, swallowing the cocks almost all the way down.  If he'd
had a little more time, he would have gotten each man all the way down.

   By the time the boys had been through the five men three time,
everybody's cocks -- men and boys -- were oozing piss from the diuretic and
drinks.  Danny had a six inch piss spot on the front of his white pants
from leaking.  Brian's was almost as large.

   Danny was kneeling in front of Marcus, giving his favorite among the men
special attention.  He licked the full length of the dripping, pre-cummy,
pissy cock, making sure he lapped up as much of the ooze as he could get.
He opened his mouth wide and forced the broad, meaty cock as far back into
his throat as he could in one move.  Suddenly, a rumble in his tummy,
followed by a sharp cramp alerted him to his urgent need to evacuate his
bowels.

   "Oh no" he thought to himself.  "Not here.  I'll have to rush to the
toilet and take a dump in front of these guys I barely know." For all his
shit love and poopoo play, Danny was very shy about shitting in front of
anyone he didn't know well.  Marcus could sense what was about to happen.
He knew the laxative would be hitting the small boy right about then, so he
gently laid his hands on the back of the boy's blond head.  Danny tried to
pull off the man's cock, stand up, and rush to the toilet.  But Marcus
wouldn't let him.  His hand pushed even firmer.

   "Go with it, baby," he said quietly to the boy.  "Just let it go."

   Danny couldn't have stopped if he wanted.  A loud series of rank farts
fluttered up from his asshole.  Then spasms hit his lower tummy, spasms
matched by spasms in his throat.  Then suddenly, his pooper hole opened. 
Three solid turds ripped through the hole followed by an explosion of soft,
wet shit from farther up his guts.  The seat of Danny's new white Levis
immediately turned brown.  Danny was close to tears from embarrassment when
Marcus's cock exploded in his mouth, sending five rapid shots of hot man
cum down his throat.  Yummy, hot, salty, sweet, gooey, wonderful man cum.

   "That's so good, little poopoo boy," Marcus croaked as he came.  "So
fucking nasty.  So fucking good.  So fucking stinky.  I love it."

   No longer shy, Danny forced more soft poop out.  It oozed down his legs,
pooling at the back of his knees.

   Brian was looking on, still sucking Dan's -- the fifth grade teacher --
cock and decided it was time for him.  He let loose and shit a load as big
as Danny's, all of it soft.  As he shat, Brian forced all of Dan's seven
inches down his throat.  The man was muttering "Come on Teddy, poopoo in
your pants" using the name of his favorite, cute student who he'd
fantasized having poop games with all year.  Brian loved the feeling of
having his throat fucked violently, but he wanted more.

   In his years servicing men for his father, Brian had become skilled at
knowing their fantasies.  "Fuck me Mr.  Jones," he said.  "Teddy wants to
be fucked.  Fuck my poopy poop hole.  Please fuck your little Teddy." Dan
Jones, pushed Brian onto one of the gym mats on the ground and pulled the
filthy pants off, leaving large streaks of shit along the boy''s legs.  He
scooped up some of Brian's soft shit and lubed his cock with it.  In one
brutal thrust, he shoved his cock all the way in Brian's rectum.  Even as
used to hard fucking as Brian was, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain and
screamed, much to Dan's delight.

   "Take my cock, Teddy, you little faggoty shit boy.  Take it and scream
all you want.  I'm going to breed your shitty fuck hole all night long."

   Thus went the rest of the weekend.  The boys were fucked more times than
they could count.  They drank literally gallons of piss.  They ate boogers.
Swallowed snotty spit.  Sucked filthy cocks.  And of, course, ate a large
amount of hard and soft shit.  Their orgy was sustained by Sexstacy and
didn't stop until early Sunday morning.  By that time, the boys' bodies
were smeared with everybody's shit.  They slept on the shitty gym mats. 
The men slept on clean mats since the boys had dutifully licked any errant
shit off their bodies.

   By the time the filthy, nasty, pissy, shitty orgy was over, Danny's boy
pussy ached from the numerous fuckings he'd endured.  Both boys were
covered head to toe, front and back in brown.  Later, looking at some of
the digital photos Daddy had taken, the boys agreed with his assessment
that they looked like they were covered in chocolate.

   If Danny had thought his 10th birthday party had been special, his 11th
was even more so.  No orgy this time.  But his special gifts included Mama
asking him to toilet train Timmy, using anything he wanted to reward the
almost 2 year old for peeing and pooping in the potty.  Danny loved doing
this.  If Timmy peed in the small plastic bowl in the chair, he would suck
the tyke's penis.  If Timmy pooped, Danny would diddle the little boy's
poop hole with a greased finger, slipping it all the way in, much to
Timmy's delight.  And of course, he also used his tongue to wipe the little
guy clean -- as he'd been doing all Timmy's life.  Danny would would freely
drink the urine in the plastic potty bowl in front of Timmy.

   At first, the 11-year old held off doing anything other than flushing
Timmy poop down the toilet.  But one day, right after Timmy did a poopoo in
the chair, Danny ran to his room to get lube for his fingering the little
guy's hole.  When he returned, Timmy's face was smeared with soft poop. 
Danny roared with laughter and proceeded to lick the poop off Danny's lips
and cheeks.  That evening, Mama reassured Danny that it was a normal
behavior for toddlers and that Timmy wasn't imitating his big brothers. 
From that point on, Danny eagerly ate most of Timmy's fecal offerings right
in front of his little brother, sharing some if he was asked.

   At Danny's special 11th party, Mama also told Danny that Timmy could now
fuck him and Brian.  But as agreed earlier, he would have to wait another
year before he could consummate his love for his younger brother.

   The most special special 11th birthday gift, though, was when Brian got
down on one knee, opened a small box, and proposed to Danny.  Brian had
been telling both his Mama and Daddy for a couple of months that he wanted
to marry Danny.  He knew it couldn't be a "real" marriage but he wanted a
special ceremony.

   Danny agreed, of course.  Later that day, the parents shared duties
performing the sweet, solemn ceremony.  Both boys were dressed in their
best suits.  They exchanged vows, kisses, and rings that their parents had
bought without Danny's knowledge.  The marriage sacrament -- offered with
the same solemnity as if it were the eucharist -- were doses of Sexstacy
and Cialis.

   The marriage was consummated on the family room floor.  Mama and Daddy
had covered a futon in a thick, absorbent mattress pad and then silk
sheets. The sheets had been specially ordered from a friend of Mama's. 
They were printed them with images of both boys nude taken from the myriad
photos the family had collected.  Most, though not all, the images showed
the boys erect.  Brian's photos went back to shortly after he "came home"
to his loving family.  Danny's went back to infancy, including one of him
as a two week old infant, on his back, inch long penis standing straight up
from his round tummy.

   The boy's joyfully and lovingly fucked each other in front of their
parents for an hour, cumming numerous times -- Brian wet and Danny still
dry.  Of course, Daddy filmed them.

   After that time, the adults left.  The boys removed the printed sheets
-- they were a memento of this holy day to be saved.  By the time the
parents returned in late morning the next day, they found the boys well
smeared with shit, the mattress pad filthy and soaked in piss, and the two
lovers French kissing and passing gooey shit back and forth between their
mouths.  The mattress pad had to be thrown out.

   The front door opening brought Danny back to the present day.  Daddy was
home and the family party was going to start soon.  The two boys were
beside themselves in excitement and rushed -- nude and very erect thanks to
their earlier dose of Cialis -- to embrace their father.

   Mama made fried chicken, potato salad, and broccoli for dinner --
Danny's favorites.  They followed the main meal with birthday dessert: dark
chocolate ice cream -- Timmy called it "poopy i-keam" -- and a cake shaped
like an erect penis Mama had made from photos of Danny's most recent tummy
hugging boners.  The meal ended with everyone but Timmy taking a good sized
dose of Sexstacy.

   After the table was quickly cleared, the family trooped down to the
basement playroom.  The floor was strewn with large pillows and futons. 
The three boys snuggled together on one of the futons, Timmy squinched
comfortably between his two bigger brothers.  Mama and Daddy sat on a comfy
couch that had been rolled in so they could watch while Danny opened his
presents.

   First came his regular presents.  Clothing, which for the first time
Danny genuinely appreciated.  He was growing up, Mama thought.  Books. 
Forever and always Danny got books.  They were always his best presents, at
least presents that were things and not activities like his gang bang at
his tenth party.  This year he got a set of all the novels written by Gary
Schmidt -- personally signed by the author as a favor to one of Mama's
friends.  And four new books on cosmology and two on quantum physics for
high school students.  The latter two books were from Brian.  Danny had
asked Mama and Daddy for them, but Brian said he wanted to buy them even
though he had no way of understanding them.

   Brian's loving gift brought tears to Danny's eyes . . .  and a deep
tongue kiss to Brian's mouth.

   The pile of gifts was significantly reduced by when it was time to open
the "special" presents.  Danny knew that the final present was seated next
to him on the futon, actually pressed into the futon.  He knew the final
gift was to be Timmy's butt hole.  The thought made him shiver in
anticipation and the Sexstacy made in difficult to control himself.  He was
nearing the point that all he wanted to do was throw the nearly 3-year old
on his back, lift his skinny legs, and rape his poopy poop hole.  That was
the Sexstacy talking, of course.  Danny would never do that to . . .

   Anyway, the first special present was wrapped in a long, wide mailing
tube and wrapped in paper printed specially for this occasion.  In addition
to both Brian and Danny nude and in various sexual positions there were
pictures of other boys from about 4 years old to mid-teens engaged in
sucking and fucking.  Danny shook the tube but couldn't figure out what it
was.  He carefully unwrapped the paper, touching each of the images as he
did, and uncapped the end.

   Danny looked inside the tube, smiled, and carefully pulled out a 30 inch
long, 2 inch wide, double ended dildo.

   "That's also from me," Brian announced.  "Now we can fuck each other at
the same time.  That is, if you're man enough!" Danny punched him hard in
the arm.

   "I'm man enough if you're girl enough," Danny replied.

   At that point, Timmy announced in a high, clear voice, "Peepee.  Timmy
need peepee."

   Brian lifted Timmy from between the them and did rock-paper-scissors to
see who would get the honors.  As usual, Brian won, but he told Danny,
"You're the birthday boy.  You get the honors."

Danny scooted
onto his tummy and took Timmy's pudgy two inch, firm, little cocklet in his
mouth.  Both parents knew their two oldest boys drank the smallest ones
urine, more over, they knew they both ate his bowel movements.  But until
this moment, Mama hadn't seen it.  She was thrilled to be brought into the
tight circle of boy filth, and as always when aware of the depth of the
filthy play, uncertain why it could be so important and so stimulating to
her two boys -- no make that her three boys and the man in her life.

   Danny held Timmy's cheeks firmly in place and kept his mouth open.

   "Go on, little one.  Let me have your peepee."

   Danny normally would have closed his lips around the little pee pipe,
but he kept his mouth open.  He wanted everyone -- especially Mama -- to
see what he was doing.  Timmy made his peepee face, a look of profound
concentration surpassed only by his poopoo face.  The flow started quickly
and everyone there except Danny watched the stream enter Danny's mouth and
get rapidly swallowed.  Danny knew the timing so well that he finally
closed his lips for the last 5 seconds of Timmy's urination, sucking his
little brother to a full erection.  Unlike Danny when he was hard, Timmy's
boners always stuck straight out rather than poking up into the air.

   For the rest of the opening of his presents, Danny remained on his tummy
so he could hump his very hard, very horny cock against the futon.  Timmy
sat on him and rode the undulating boy's butt.

   The next gift -- this one from both parents -- was a set of eight
graduated, vibrating anal balls.  The smallest was the size of a large
marble, the largest as big as a tennis ball.  Brian insisted in having
Danny try them, and with lubrication, Danny was able to get up to number 4
in with relative ease.  The trick about these balls were that they were
remote controlled.  So throughout the next half hour, Brian would turn them
on long enough to elicit a high pitched scream from his
brother/lover/husband but not long enough to bring him off.  That would be
for later.  In someplace very special.

   Daddy's next gift was a 4-quart enema bag with a variety of nozzles
including a large bardex nozzle that prevented expulsion of the liquid and
a combination bardex-high colonic tube.  Danny had become a klismophile --
an enema lover -- over the past 6 months and Daddy wanted his not-so-little
fairy to be happy.

   The next gift was from Timmy.  And everyone else as well.  It was the
latest version of the iPad.  Daddy had charged the battery fully and loaded
it with apps a 12-year old boy would love.  But there was one icon on the
home screen that said "Open Me First." When Danny clicked it, the large
monitor on the side of the room came alive.  The iPad was sending a
birthday video to the screen.  Mama's face was first to appear, soon to be
joined by Daddy and Brian behind her.

   "Hi, my little fairy," Mama said using the term of affection she'd used
since shortly after Brian joined the family, a term she would use even when
Danny -- Dan to everyone else -- was a full grown, wiry, muscular man. 
"Your next to the last present is a very special one.  And I'm not talking
about the iPad.

   "I know you and your husband and lover fuck a lot.  And I use the word
`fuck' on purpose.  Your fucking can get very wild, sometimes painful, and
many many times really dirty.  But no matter how rough or dirty your
fucking has been, you've both always been making love.  Your gang bang last
year was just plain sex.  But any time you and Brian fuck or suck or share
in your passion for pee and poopoo, you're making love.

   "I knew the depth of that love very early on.  You expressed it in many
ways without saying a word.  However, you've spoken about one aspect of its
depth openly with both Brian and Daddy that they've told me about.  I'm
going to stop talking for a moment.  Look at me now and let me know if you
know what I'm talking about."

   Danny looked from the video to his Mama's eyes.  Tears trickled down his
cheeks.  Brian had made him feel completely satisfied sexually and
emotionally except for one thing.  He knew now that Mama knew and he nodded
his head.

   "So now you know that I know," Mama continued on the video, "that the
one thing you can't have from Brian that you deeply desire is to carry his
baby.  I know, even though you are gay and a fairy, you still want to be a
boy.  Even if you did become a girl, you wouldn't be able to carry a child.
So the three of us -- your Daddy, your Mama, and your husband -- have
talked about this and worked out a solution.  We all love you so much, my
little fairy, my wonderful, smart, gentle, loving little fairy."

   The video faded and the monitor's screen grew dark.

   "I don't get it," Danny said.  "Well, maybe I do, but I'm not sure.  Do
you want me, I mean, I don't know how to say this.  Do you want me to make
one in you, Mama?  I don't want to do that.  I don't know. . ."

   Danny's tears had slowed but were now tears of confusion.

   "No, sweety," Mamma said, "not you."

   "Daddy?"

   Daddy chuckled.  "I couldn't if I wanted to, son.  Back in college when
I was afraid of others finding out I was gay, I had sex with a lot of
women. I didn't want to get any of them pregnant, so I had a vasectomy. 
It's too late now for me to get your Mama pregnant.  And to be honest, I
don't really want to have sex with a woman, even loving her as much as I
love your Mama."

   Danny swung his head to the right.  Brian was sitting on his haunches,
his 7-inch boner straining his foreskin and drooling precum.

   "YOU?" Danny asked.  "Are you going to . . .?"

   "Only if you want it, darling," Brian answered.  "I really wish I could
make a baby in you, but Mama said she'd be our. . .  What's the word,
Mama?"

   "Surrogate."

   "Yeah, that one.  I'm so horny right now.  I really want to fuck you and
I'd do it in an instant except Mama's eggs are ready and I have to save my
swimmers for her.  That is, if you want it."

   Danny jumped up from the futon, almost upsetting Timmy but Brian grabbed
the tyke.  Danny threw his arms around his husband and kissed him deeply.

   "Yes!  Yes!  I want it so bad.  You'll do this for us, Mama?  You'll
have a baby for us?" Debra Peters nodded her assent enthusiastically.  "You
going to start later tonight?"

   "No way, asshole," Brian responded.  "This is your baby.  You have to be
here.  We're gonna do it right now.  Before your last present.  And we're
gonna keep doing it until I make Mama preggers.  Oh, yes, there's one more
present before your last one.  Daddy?"

   Daddy reached behind the couch and pulled out a shoe-box sized gift. 
While all the other gifts were wrapped in the same pornographic paper, this
one was wrapped in bright red paper with a single photographic image
printed on it: Brian with an erection as hard and as steely as the one he
currently sported.

   Danny pulled the paper off taking care to leave to image intact.  Inside
the box was a life-sized dildo complete with a full set of balls that
looked in size, shape, and color just like his lover's.  Danny pulled it
out.

   "We had Brian casted," Daddy said.  "We figured that while he was
fucking your Mama, he could sort of fuck you at the same time.  Squeeze the
balls."

   Danny did so, and almost immediately the faux cock warmed up and started
oozing a liquid lubricant.

   "Taste it, Danny," Brian chirped.  "It tastes just like precum, don't
it?"

   "Doesn't it," Mama corrected.

   Danny had seen his Mama naked many times.  And way back in the old days,
she had let him examine her vagina closely as part of his sex education. 
In addition, he and his brothers still sucked at her breasts.  But he had
never seen her have sex with a man.

   "You're really going to let me watch?"

   "Sure thing, bro.  And Daddy's going to fuck you with `Rubber Brian' at
the same time."

   Daddy situated two futons in such a way so that Danny could watch as
closely as he wanted and so that Brian could see the monitor.  Mama pulled
off her house robe; she wore no undergarments.  Mama laid down, and spread
her legs.

   "Who's going to lube me?" she asked.  Daddy had the honor and when
finished, Brian slipped between her legs, his boner bouncing wildly.

   All during the video and ensuing conversation, Timmy had sat quietly,
diddling his little bone.  Now he spoke.

   "Bri-Bri gonna fucky-fuck Mama," he piped up in his little boy soprano.

   "Yes, Timmy.  I'm gonna fuck Mama.  You gotta know something, Danny.  I
don't think I could do this if it wasn't for the drugs.  I mean, I only
like guys, so this is real special.  Okay?  And when I'm fucking Mama, I
want to pretend it's you.  So we got something special to watch."

   Danny was back on his tummy humping madly at the futon.  Daddy slipped
between his legs and pulled out the benwa balls.  Then he rubbed the
self-lubricating dildo cockhead against Danny's twitching hole.  He took
the remote and clicked it to start a new video -- this one a compilation of
the many videos that had been made of their love making, starting with the
first one three years earlier shortly after Brian came home.

   "Danny," Brian said breathlessly, "you gotta tell me when you're ready
for me to fuck my big cock into your boy pussy."

   Danny could feel the warm, moist surrogate cock at his hole.  He took a
deep breath.

   "Fuck me, Brian," he yelled.  "Fuck your shitty cock in my shitty
asshole and make a baby in me." On that cue, Daddy rammed the dildo roughly
into his son.  Danny screamed in pain and then screamed a second time in
pleasure.

   With equal force, Brian rammed his real cock into his Mama.  He'd never
felt inside a pussy before.  It was warm and wet, almost as good as a
rectum.  But it wasn't as tight or as hot.

   "Take me, Danny.  I so fucking love you.  I love everything about you,"
Brian said loud enough for Danny to hear.  Daddy kept up the exact pace
Brian was using in Mama.  Even with the stimulation of the video, Brian had
a hard time cumming, though he was ridiculously horny.  He kept pounding
away at Mama, imaging he was fucking Danny's cunt instead.  The rough
fucking he was giving was mirrored on the other futon.  Mama enjoyed it. 
Danny loved it.  Daddy pounded him so hard that Danny started cumming
within three minutes of Daddy's first entry, squirting a small amount of
clear ejaculate between his belly and the futon.

   "Don't stop," he croaked, still watching his lover/husband fuck wildly
into his Mama.  Brian finally was able to cum after close to 15 minutes,
ramming his cock deep into his Mama's cunt, pushing into the neck of her
cervix and spewing his sperm right there.

   "Fucking shit.  Holy motherfucker.  I'm breeding you, Danny.  I'm
fucking fucking breeding you for real!"

   "Stay inside for about five minutes, Brian," Daddy advised once Brian
had stopped shooting.  "We've used a drug that increases the chance of
pregnancy, but don't pull out yet.  Make sure your sperm swim toward their
destination."

   "He shot his sperms right inside my cervix," Mama said.  "And that huge
glans of his is still inside it.  Not much chance of anything leaking out."

   "What if Mama doesn't get pregnant?" Danny asked, now settled down from
his three orgasms.

   "Well Brian's going to fuck your Mama for the next week while she's
ovulating.  And to increase the probability of impregnating her, he's only
going to fuck her.  No masturbating.  No fucking his Danny.  No outside sex
at all.  He can suck you as much as he wants, and you can fuck him as much
as you want.  But his spermies are all your Mama's for this week or until I
can tell she's stopped ovulating.  He can still fuck you with `Rubber
Brian' as he calls it.  And I'm willing to `sacrifice' and plow you a few
times as well." Danny punched his Daddy lightly at this comment.  "But he's
agreed to do this, as hard as it is for him.  And it IS a sacrifice, I
know. And you should know it too.  Brian told me he loves fucking you more
than anything in the world.  He's got to do this at least twice a day. 
Before school and in the evening."

   Timmy had enjoyed the show, but he was eager to get on with the evening.

   "Timmy pesent now?" he asked.

   "Yes, Timmy sweety," Mama said.  "Do you want to give Danny your special
present now?"

   Timmy leapt up and started jumping up and down chanting, "Timmy pesent.
Timmy pesant.  Timmy pesant."

   Daddy showed Danny the icon to click on his new iPad.  The monitor
lightened and then 3-year old Timmy's face came into focus.

   "Hi Danny.  I yove you.  Habby Boowday.  I got special pesant.  Danny
fucky-fuck me.  Yay."

   "That's really nice, Timmy," Mama's voice said off screen.  "Do you want
to show Danny what you mean?"

   The camera pulled back to show a naked, skinny little three year old.

   "Danny fucky-fuck me hewh!" He pointed toward his rear end.

   "Show him, sweety."

   "Yes, Big Boy," Daddy offered, "why don't you turn around and show Danny
like we practiced?"

   Timmy spun around three times, then ended with his back facing the
camera.  He bent over and pulled his still chubby butt cheeks apart.  The
camera zoomed in to show a poopy butt crack and poopier hole.

   "Oooo that looks yummy, Timmy," Daddy said.  "Tell Danny what he's going
to do on his birthday."

   "Danny lick my poopies.  Den Danny fucks-fuck poopy hole."

   "Do you want him to fucky-fuck your poopy hole?"

   Danny nodded his head eagerly, enough where his whole body shook.  There
was no doubt that he was saying "yes."

   "When is Danny going to fucky-fuck your poopy hole?"

   "Today!  Today!  Danny fucky-fuck my poopy hole today today!" Timmy
sang.

   "Actually, Danny our darling son," both adult voices said off camera,
"you're going to fucky-fuck Timmy's tiny tookus right now!"

   The screen faded to gray.

   Timmy ran over to his brother and gave him a big, wet sloppy kiss on the
lips.

   "How should I do it, Daddy?  I'm so fucking ready and I'm so fucking
horny.  But I don't want to hurt him."

   Daddy answered, "You and Brian have been working his hole to loosen him
up, I know.  Your penis is a good size for a 12-year old, but it isn't much
bigger around than the candle you've used or the tiny, little boy dildo I
bought you.  The main thing is to be slow and gentle.  And the easiest
position would be kind of a modified doggy style with Timmy on his knees,
face on the futon and butt in the air."

   By this time, Brian had pulled out of his Mama's cunt.  He knelt next to
Danny's futon to watch the action, his cock still stretching to its full
seven-plus inches.

   Mama handed Danny a tube of edible lube.  Then she and Daddy put the
toddler in the position Daddy had suggested.  Timmy was signing quietly to
himself "fucky-fuck Timmy butt.  Fucky-fuck Timmy butt."

   Danny slipped behind his little brother and gently moved his legs into a
vee.

   "Timmy," he said, "I love you so, so much.  If anything hurts I'll
stop."

"Timmy want fucky-fuck NOW!" the little boy demanded.

   "Okay Big Boy, pull your cheeks apart."

   Timmy pulled his cheeks open abruptly, stimulating a long fluttering
fart to escape his hole.  His crack and hole were still streaked with the
poop that had covered them in the movie he'd shot a couple of hours
earlier. Danny leaned forward and avidly licked at the sordid mess,
thoroughly cleaning both the crack and the hole.

   Danny took the tube of lube and squeezed a good sized dollop on his
little brother's salvia wet hole.  He had lubed Timmy many times in the
past, but this time felt different.  He spread the lube on the hole in
four, small circles, then slowly pushed his finger in.  The toddler's
rectum was as warm as always, and this time, it was full.

   "What you got in there, Big Boy?" Danny asked.

   "Poopies foh you.  Daddy say don't poopoo."

   By this time, Danny was panting in excitement and anticipation.  He
scooted forward on his knees, and pulled his boner down in line with his
brother's greasy hole.  Daddy was filming, of course, and was able to get a
perfect shot of Danny's hard, ruby cockhead poking at the toddler's spidery
anal ring.

   "Oh, fuck, I love you so much.  Are you ready for this Big Boy?"

   Timmy grunted his assent.  Danny was so horny, so ready.  Fueled by the
double doses of Sexstacy and Cialis, if he'd been fucking anyone else, he
would have plowed ahead.  If it was Brian he was fucking, he was so tingly
and excited he would have been as rough and brutal as he could be.  But
Timmy was different.  He pushed his penis, four inches long and as thick as
a dinner candle, slowly into Timmy's tight hole.  The hole resisted for a
moment and Timmy grunted.

   "Does it hurt, Big Boy?  Do you want me to stop?"

   "Not hurt Timmy.  Pease fucky-fuck me Danny."

   Danny pushed again, this time the tight ring of muscle slowly distended,
gripping Danny's drooling cockhead as it did.  Then as his own asshole
usually did, his brother's tight ring loosened enough for Danny to slide
his cock halfway into the rectum he'd dreamt about fucking for almost three
years.  Hot.  Tight.  Delicious.  And full.  Almost as soon as he was
inside, his penis hit a soft barrier.

   "Timmy's got poopoo in him for Danny's fucky-fuck.  Right, Big Boy?"

   "Hunh," Timmy grunted then added urgently.  "Gonna poopoo now, Danny. 
Gonna poopoo now!"

   "No, Big Boy.  You don't have to poopoo.  It just feels that way when
you have a big boy peepee in you.  And even if you do have to go, you know
I love your poopoo."

   All this time Danny slowly moved his hard on in and out of Timmy's hot,
tight, stuffed little toddler boy pussy.  He leaned down and kissed all
over Timmy's back, neck, and then the sides of his face.

   "You like fucky-fucks, Timmy?"

   "Uh huh," Timmy answered.

   "I really love you, Big Boy.  You feel so good.  Thank you for my most
specialest birthday party ever."

   Always a great lover, Danny gently slipped his hand under Timmy's tummy
and found his steel-hard one inch toddler boner.  Danny's attention was
completely wrapped in what he was doing with the littlest love in his life.
He wasn't aware of Daddy filming everything or Brian fucking himself with
the double ended dildo, shoving it as far up as he could while he sucked
milk from Mama's tit.

   Danny certainly wasn't aware of his Mama, with her hand between her
legs, masturbating her clit with an urgency she'd previously only felt with
her lesbian lovers.

   Danny felt Timmy's anal ring start to tighten.  He'd masturbated his
little brother enough over the past three years with his finger in the
little boy's asshole to recognize an approaching orgasm.  Timmy usually
came in a slowly building arc that crested suddenly and powerfully.  It
would be time in a minute or less so he picked up the pace of pushing his
rock-hard cock into his little brother.  His hand, too, picked up the pace
as it pulled on Timmy's little peepee.  He could feel the little pipe
stiffen.  Timmy's anal ring started squeezing with increasing firmness. 
Timmy started panting and grunting.  Danny knew that at this point in
Timmy's cum, he would be totally lost in the feeling engulfing him.  Danny
pumped harder, faster, almost brutally.  Timmy didn't care.  All he could
do was start to ride the building wave of the most intense orgasm he'd
experienced in his two years and fifty weeks of life.

   Suddenly, Timmy asshole gripped Danny's plunging cock in a death grip
then spasmed wildly.  It was a full body orgasm that made his little hole
explode in a rush of poop that'd been well softened by Danny's pumping
cock. The grasping on his cock and the stench and warmth of the escaping
shit brought Danny over the top.  Danny shrieked in agonizing pleasure and
passion as his cock spasmed and sprayed, spasmed and sprayed, spasmed and
sprayed . . .  then spasmed dry six more times.

   Exhausted, Danny collapsed onto Timmy's back.  Lost in a haze of
post-orgasmic bliss, he kissed his little brother until he had caught his
breath and could regain focus.  He knew he'd been really rough with Timmy
toward the end, and guilt overwhelmed his good feelings.  Then he heard the
little guy beneath him.  Timmy was giggling wildly.

   "Did it hurt, Big Boy?" he asked.

   "TIMMY LOVE FUCKY-FUCKS" his brother yelled.  "More fucky-fucks!  More
fucky-fucks!"

   "Give me a minute, Big Boy," Danny answered, pulled his still hard,
Timmy-shit covered dick out of his brother.  Shit also smeared his balls,
his lower tummy, and Timmy's butt cheeks.  He leaned over and licked the
chubby cheeks clean.  Timmy sat up and dove for his messy brother's tummy
to be followed immediately by Brian sliding beside Danny, his tongue
helping to clean away as much of the soft Timmy poopoo as he could.

   When Danny had fully recovered and his Sexstacy/Cialis fueled cock was
begging for more, he told Timmy, "Lie down on your back, Big Boy.  I want
to kiss you while we fucky-fuck.  And Mama, I know you need Brian to fuck
you a lot and not use up his spermies.  But can he fuck me just this once?
Just for my specialest birthday ever?"

   Danny fucked Timmy a total of five times that evening.  Brian fucked
Danny twice with Mama and Daddy's blessings and with the double ended dildo
stuck in his hole like flesh colored cock-shaped tail.  Daddy fucked his
middle son for Danny's last two Timmy-fucks.  Danny, Brian, Timmy, and
Daddy all fed each other both peepee and poopoo several times after Mama
left to give the "men in her life" privacy to go wild.

   After the party ended, Brian went back to doing his duty with Mama for
the next five days while she was ovulating.  Danny was always there morning
and night.  Frequently, Brian sucked him while fucking Mama or he'd eat out
his boy pussy.

   And it worked!  Eight and a half months later, Daddy delivered little
Toby at home.  His three brothers welcomed him into the world by each
sucking on his newborn cocklet, which to all three boys looked huge.  Two
days after Toby was born, he had his first bowel movement.  The sticky,
thick, dark green meconium was ambrosia to the three boys who divided it
equally among themselves and savored it in their mouths before swapping it
around in a three-way French kiss.

   Over the next five years, Daddy gladly fulfilled Brian's need for rough,
painful sex by finding him men who could be trusted.  Once in a while Danny
would participate with the men, also giving Brian the pain and degradation
he needed.  More often, though, he had Brian train him on being on the
receiving end.

   On Timmy's fifth birthday, he was finally able to take Brian's monster
cock -- it had grown to over 8 inches by then.  It was a special day the
entire family had worked toward.

   Danny fell in love several times over the next few years with other gay
boys.  But no one ever came close to Brian.  Brian, for his part, only
really loved his brothers and his father.  While he was wildly sexually
active, no one could fill his emotional needs like "his men," especially
Danny.

   Toby called Brian Daddy-Dad and Danny Daddy-Mom.  And of course, he
became a full and joyful participant in wild, filthy sex with his brother
Timmy, his granddad, and his Daddies.  As he grew older, it became obvious
that Toby was fully bisexual and enjoyed girls as much as boys, fucking his
first girl in her pussy when he was just six years old and she was four and
a half.

   When Danny -- now called Dan by everyone but his Mama and his Daddy --
turned 18, he and 21-year old Brian were legally married by one of Daddy's
gay minister friends at the Jameson-Peters house.  It was a special day for
everyone, but the happy couple both declared in their vows that the
ceremony was just to reaffirm the marriage they'd had seven years earlier.

   Nine-year old Timmy and five year old Toby were the best men.  Timmy,
always the wildest of the bunch, also brought his 35-year old lover to the
ceremony.  The ceremony ended with everyone -- men, boys, Mama, and Mama's
lesbian wife -- partaking of the "sacrament" -- Cialis (double dose for
everyone but Toby who got his first single dose) and Sexstacy CS (a new
variation found by underground researchers to be safe for use by any age).

   The reception included champagne for everyone but Toby.  All the men and
boys took the same diuretic/laxative combination Daddy had provided from
Danny's first gang fuck.  Once the drugs took effect, Mama and her wife
retired to their room; the men and boys to the basement playroom.

   The End
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