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Taking Timmy's Tookus - 2
by Antonio Green (auto67340399@hushmail.com)

***

This story will contain scenes of sex between boys and 
between a boy and his infant (then toddler) brother 
including watersports and scat scenes. It also will 
contain recollections of forced incest and boy 
prostitution. But the basis of the story is love -- love 
between brothers and love between boys.(bb, mm, extreme-
ped, inc, oral, anal, ws)

***

Author Note: 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 out in a public computer 
and leave it for others to find (as happened with 
Chapter 1).

***

Chapter 2: Danny Unveiled

From Chapter 1:

His penis looked okay. Still really, really hard. Penis? 
Nope. This was a dicky. A dick. Just like the big boys 
called it. Maybe he could ask his 8th Grade Buddy Brian 
what happened. Brian O'Herlihy was cool. And even though 
Danny knew their official status as "buddies" in the 
Buddy Program didn't make them best friends, Brian acted 
like he liked the 4th grader. So maybe, Danny could 
learn if anything bad had happened. He wouldn't give all 
the details. Danny was too smart for that. Just the 
feeling. And maybe the pee part. 

Danny remembered his responsibility and finished the 
proper cleaning and powdering of his little brother...

...his little brother he loved more now than ever.

Now on to Chapter 2...

That evening Danny lay in bed thinking about what had 
happened earlier in the day when he changed his infant 
brother Timmy by himself for the first time. It was a 
session where he drank Timmy's pee and completely licked 
clean the soft, greenish poop, a session where he 
experienced his first body-wracking shivers. 

He was a little scared by what had happened at first. 
But it felt so good, he hoped he hadn't damaged himself. 
As he lay in the dim glow of the night light, he relived 
the taste of the mild piss he'd drunk right from the 
tiny hard infant prick. Danny thought about those bad 
words. Bad words he'd heard the big boys use on the 
playground. Words he wasn't supposed to use and that 
marked him as a bad boy. Piss. Dick. Prick. Maybe even 
cock, but he wasn't really sure what that was.

The piss was mild tasting much milder than his was. The 
poop tasted almost like cheese. He thought about how his 
mother had said Timmy's poop wouldn't get rank until the 
baby started eating solid food. 

"Poop? Since I'm such a bad, nasty boy," thought Danny, 
"I should call it what it is. Shit!"

Danny thought of all the bad words he'd heard and 
whispered them into the dim light of his bedroom. "Shit. 
Piss. Dick. Cunt. Pussy. Stiffy. Boner. Cock." And the 
big one. The really bad one. "FUCK!" he said out loud, 
almost too loud.

All the while, Danny was unconsciously fingering his 
little hard peepee, rubbing it with the palm of his hand 
against his hairless tummy. Pinching it. Pulling on it. 
Thinking of the wonderful flavors and the scary spasms, 
spasms almost like cramping when his mother had given 
him those horrid enemas. Touching. Pinching. Pulling. 
Rubbing.

Then it happened. Again. A feeling like he had to pee. 
The clutching of his tummy. The spasms of his little 
dink. His dickie. His penis. His thingy. 

The spasms brought a little squirt of pee, but the 
warmth and dampness felt as good as the feeling. "The 
Feeling": His mind called it that as he rode it to 
completion. Did it hurt? Or did it feel good? Danny 
wasn't sure. It was both. He was sure it was bad for him 
to do, wrong. But was it really bad for him? Did it 
damage his penis -- or his insides -- someway? 

He'd ask Brian tomorrow for sure. Danny flinched. Would 
the bigger boy laugh at him? He'd always been nice to 
Danny, sweet almost. But this was something so 
different, so personal. And Brian was so much bigger. An 
eighth grader. He'd even heard Brian use some of those 
words. The bad ones. The ones that made Danny get the 
shivers. Not around him, but when he was on the 
playground playing roughly with his friends.

Danny fell asleep with tears running down his cheeks.

The next morning, Debra seemed cheerier than she had for 
the last few weeks. She thanked her elder son for taking 
such good care of his little brother. She didn't feel so 
alone, she told him. 

Danny didn't feel better. He felt awful for what he'd 
done to his little brother. He wasn't sure he wanted to 
do it agin. Except, when he thought about it, his little 
peenie stood up immediately. But he'd probably never get 
to change Timmy again. And he knew he'd never, ever, get 
to touch the little guy the way he did yesterday.

Touching Timmy. It was so bad. So nasty. Danny's tummy 
knotted and cramped.

"Scuse me, Mama," he said dashing to the bathroom. He 
barely got seated when his bowels exploded. Now he was 
sure. What he'd done with Timmy -- especially drinking 
his pee and licking up his poop -- had made him sick. 
The shivers, The Feeling", was just a sign of that. 
Maybe he'd die. 

Danny started crying softly. He wanted to tell Mama but 
knew he couldn't. Even if he died, she couldn't know. 
She'd hate him and want him dead.

"You okay, Sweety," Mama called from outside the 
bathroom door.

"Yes, Mama. Just got a tummy ache."

"Maybe you should stay home from school then, Honey. 
Okay?"

The boy grunted his okay, wiped his tears, then wiped 
his butt. He wouldn't have to talk to Brian now. He knew 
what he'd done was terrible and the feelings, as good as 
they felt, were a sign he'd damaged himself, fair 
payback for the sins he'd committed. 

Danny started feeling better right away but was able to 
parlay his brief stomach ache into two days home from 
school. During that time he was the perfect son and 
brother, although Debra was careful to keep him away 
from Timmy in case something was wrong.

On Wednesday, Danny was glad to be back at school. He'd 
made up his mind to avoid Brian, convinced the older boy 
would be able to read all his nasty transgressions on 
his face. But his older Buddy, who he'd usually see once 
or twice a day at most, was everywhere. To make matters 
worse, Buddy Reading Period -- when buddies got together 
in the afternoon and the older one read to his little 
friend -- was coming right after lunch. 

"Hey, Buddy," Brian said collecting Danny from his 4th 
grade classroom. He tousled Danny's white blond hair as 
he usually did when they met for Buddy Reading Period. 
Danny stood on tiptoes and rubbed Brian's bright red 
hair back as was his custom as well.

"I missed you, little guy. Where you been? I haven't 
seen you like forever. You been avoiding me? I hope you 
weren't avoiding me. Were you?"

Brian's words spilled out in a rush like they always did 
except when they were reading together. The irony about 
Buddy Reading Period was that at nine, Danny read at 
high school level and his eighth grade, 13-year old 
buddy Brian struggled with fourth grade reading. It was 
their secret, they'd decided early on, that on these 
days Danny read to Brian in a back corner of the no 
longer used school library. The older boy would follow 
the words as they flowed from Danny's mouth. Or 
sometimes he would close his green eyes and imagine... 
something... the story, maybe, or something else. Danny 
wasn't sure what.

They got to their reading corner and settled in. Danny 
opened "The 39 Clues" and was about to start when Brian 
touched his arm.

"Something's wrong, Danny. I can feel it. Did I do 
something wrong? Are you mad at me?"

Danny started to cry. He'd never cried at school, not 
even when he broke his collarbone in the first grade 
falling off the jungle gym. It wasn't that he was such a 
strong kid. Quite the contrary. He was the consummate 
wimp in many ways. So he dared not cry at school and 
open himself up to more teasing and ridicule than he 
already got. 

The older boy put his arm around Danny and pulled him to 
his chest.

"It's okay, little dude. What's wrong? Is it your 
brother? Are you upset about having him?"

Danny gulped. He had to tell.

"No. It's not that. I'm glad I got him. I really love 
him. It's something else I can't tell you."

"Sure you can," Brian whispered into Danny's bright 
white hair, smelling the peach shampoo and boy smell.

Danny snorted in the snot running down his nose and 
pushed gently away from Brian. 

"It's about down there," he said pointing at his crotch. 
"It's embarrassing, and I'm scared. Promise you won't 
tell?" Danny proceeded to tell about getting the shivers 
and The Feeling, but left out all the parts involving 
his infant brother and the part about squirting pee when 
it happened.

Brian laughed softly, making Danny cringe, then bristle. 
The younger boy pushed away from the table and started 
to stand up in anger.

"Whoa! I'm not laughing at you, little dude. It's just, 
well, sit down and listen to me, okay?" Brian pulled 
Danny back into the chair next to him. 

"You're nine, right? Well, I been getting The Feeling 
since I was five. My big brother showed me how. He was 
ten. It's perfectly normal. It's called an orgasm. All 
dudes get them. You're just early with it."

"Early? You said you were five," Brian asked, his nose 
squinched up.

"You're early and let's just say I was WAY early. It 
feels good, don't it?

"Uh huh."

"I love 'em. Now when I get mine stuff shoots out. 
That'll happen when you're my age."

"Like pee? Sometimes pee shoots out."

"No way, dude! It's not pee now for me. It's called cum. 
Or jizz. It makes babies."

"You mean semen?"

"God, you're a smart little guy. Yeah, semen. What's 
funny is when I was your age, I'd sometimes squirt out 
piss, too. Sorry, pee."

"I say 'piss' all the time, Danny fibbed. "It's okay. I 
say some of the other words, too. Can I ask you 
something else?"

"Sure nuff," the older boy leaned toward his buddy.

"My thingy get real stiff when it happens. Is it 
broken?"

Brian chuckled. "Nah, it ain't broke. It's called a 
boner or a stiffy or a rod. And you got one now. I saw 
it when you stood up."

Danny blushed and dropped his head.

"Don't worry, little man. It's normal. I even got one 
now." Brian took Danny's hand and laid it on the lump in 
his jeans. "See. You get 'em when you talk about this 
stuff. I get 'em all the times. Sometimes even when I'm 
taking a dump."

Danny felt the bulge in Brian's pants and gently 
squeezed it. "It's huge!"

"Not that big, really," Brian replied. "Last time I 
measured it was a little over four inches. You never 
seen a big cock?"

Danny squinted at his buddy. "Is cock the same as 
dicky?"

"You can't tell no one about this, dude. Okay?" Brian 
unsnapped and unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his 
white underpants down under his erection. "Yeah, he 
breathed huskily, "'cock' is the same as 'dick.' Wanna 
touch it?"

Danny reached out, squeezed the 4 inch, uncircumcised 
penis. Slightly thicker than a marking pen, it fit 
nicely into the younger boy's right hand. He ran his 
left pointer finger through Brian's small tuft of bright 
red pubic hair, brighter than the hair on his head. 

Even though they were the only people in the library, 
Danny whispered. "It's hot. And it looks different from 
mine. What's that on the end?"

Brian was breathing heavily, almost panting. "I'm not 
cut. 'Nother name for it is circumcised. Sounds like you 
are, though. Pull the skin back." Danny complied, 
pulling the foreskin over Brian's purple, rounded 
cockhead. "See that drop there on the tip. That's cum." 
Brian took a deep breath. "Don't do nothin' else. I'm 
real close to shooting."

Danny wasn't sure what Brian meant, but he had an 
instinctual feeling that if he played with the hot, hard 
penis, his friend would get The Feeling. And "friend" is 
how Danny thought about the older boy for the first 
time. Not a "Buddy" from the Buddy Program. A friend. A 
real friend. Without thinking, the slight, white blond 
haired boy followed an impulse that came out of nowhere. 
He leaned over and slipped the hot, throbbing hard-on in 
his mouth, just like he'd done with his little brother.

"Dude. Fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Fucccck!" Brian gasped, 
shooting his thin, watery spunk into the younger boy's 
mouth. 

Most boys being surprised by another boy's spunk in his 
mouth might have spit it out. But the nine year old had 
drunk piss -- his own piss, his infant brother's piss -- 
so Danny did what came naturally -- to him at least. He 
swallowed. And when the small glob was gone, he kept 
sucking on Brian's softening penis.

Brian pushed the blond head away.

"Stop!" he grunted.

Suddenly, Danny understood how bad he'd just been. He'd 
had a penis in his mouth. He knew nobody -- at least 
someone who wasn't crazy -- would ever do that. He 
realized he'd lost his friend forever. And once Brian 
told on him, he might as well kill himself.

For the second time in his school life -- the second 
time in about ten minutes -- Danny began crying. He 
stood up to run away. But Brian's strong mitt caught him 
before he could push the chair away and bolt. Brian knew 
without being told what was wrong. He wasn't very school 
smart, and as the top eighth grade athlete, he worked 
hard to keep people from knowing how compassionate and 
empathic he was. But he knew exactly how Danny was 
feeling.

"Oh man, that was so fucking awesome, little guy," Brian 
whispered as he caught his breath. "Don't worry about 
it. It was so cool you did that. It just gets super 
sensitive after I shoot. But you can't tell nobody. And 
I mean absolutely nobody about it. My ass would be 
grass. You did it so good."

Danny was still struggling to get away, but he lost some 
of the urgency.

"Come on, Danny. You're my best bud. I won't do nothing 
to hurt you or get you in trouble. In fact, I've wanted 
to do that to you like forever. Why do you think I chose 
you to be my little buddy?" 

The younger boy froze in place. Did this big, strong, 
popular boy feel like he did? Even though he couldn't 
admit a real name for his feelings, Danny knew the slurs 
he'd heard and avoided having applied to him really did 
belong. "Gay. Fag. Queer. Homo." He knew they were him. 
Could Brian like him in spite of them? Could Brian even 
be a little bit like him?

Through his haze, Danny heard Brian whispering urgently.

"Didja hear what I said, little dude? I want to give you 
a BJ just like you gave me."

"Huh? What's that?"

"BJ. Blow job, man. I wanna suck you like you did me. 
I've wanted to forever. I wanna suck your dingus. Your 
dickie. Your little tent pole." With the last comment, 
Brian poked Danny's erection, his hardness having stayed 
through all the fear and trauma. "And it's a real nice 
looking one, too. Let me see it, please?"

Danny let Brian pull him closer. The bigger boy pulled 
Danny's pants and underwear down over his skinny hips, 
not even bothering to undo the pants. Danny's hard 2 
inches snapped out and pointed due north. Brian touched 
the angry red, pointed tip and rubbed it gently.

"See, little dude, you don't got the skin on it like 
me."

Danny gasped at the soft touch. "Call me Big D, please 
Brian. Please."

"Okay Big D. Now it's your turn."

Brian leaned forward and slipped the hard little nail 
into his mouth. No teeth, only the warmest, softest lips 
imaginable. Danny's dick still in his mouth, Brian stuck 
his tongue out and licked the golf ball sized scrotum 
then pulled it inside his mouth. Danny cooed his 
delight.

Sucking Danny's total package all at once, the older 
boy's cock got hard once again. He struggled to reach 
into back pocket and pulled out a yellow bandana. He put 
it over the tip of his boner, just in case.

God, how he loved pleasuring this boy. He loved being 
gay at times like this, times when he didn't have to 
hide it. He loved sucking the smallest dink he'd ever 
sucked before. He loved this boy.

As Brian swallowed as hard as he could while playing his 
tongue all around the impossibly stiff younger boy's 
penis. He could feel Danny's balls try to pull up inside 
his abdomen, stopped in their escape by the large boy's 
tight lips.

Danny grunted and the The Feeling washed over him, 
harder, stronger, longer than it ever had before. Brian 
would not let go. The orgasm lessened as Danny's penis 
spit three small squirts of piss into the older boy's 
mouth. Brian still would not let go, and he continued 
his swallow/sucking on his little lovers cocklet. Danny 
couldn't stand it and tried to push Brian's head away. 
Embarrassed at peeing in his friend's mouth -- even the 
small amount he did -- Danny wanted to stop. 

But Brian wouldn't let him. 

He sucked until Danny stood on tiptoes and grunted as 
his second cum of the afternoon ripped through his whole 
body. He couldn't hold back. This time, he didn't squirt 
pee into Brian's suckling mouth, he erupted in a flood 
of pee that didn't seem like it would ever stop. 
 
Danny didn't know what to do. He absolutely knew that 
Brian would hate him for peeing in his mouth and peeing 
so much. But he didn't dare pull out. He'd spray the 
other boy and then that would be an HUGE problem. All 
these thoughts coursed through his mind, even as the 
urine kept flowing. And Brian kept swallowing and 
sucking. Then a third spasm hit the younger boy, this 
one not as strong as either before, but enough to knock 
any thoughts away.

The salty warmth filling his mouth was all it took to 
get Brian shooting as well, but this time just one tiny 
drop of jizz spurted from his piss hole. He swallowed as 
fast as he could, not wanting to get wet with Danny's 
piss, although the thought delighted him. He wouldn't 
really mind doing it now, except how would he explain a 
piss-stained shirt to friends and teachers.

Finally Danny's flow trickled to a stop. Brian gave one 
last, hard suck then let Danny's softened dick and balls 
out of his mouth. As it did when Danny was scared. His 
small penis shrank to nearly nothing, just a little 
button on top of a retracted scrotum. Danny's balls had 
traveled inside, hiding in the warmth of the young boy's 
abdomen. 

"I'm so sorry, " Danny panted. "Sorry sorry sorry sorry 
sor..."

His apology was cut off in mid word as Brian pulled him 
hard to his chest and pushed his lips over Danny's open 
mouth. His tongue slipped in and dug deep. This was what 
Danny had seen in movies, during parts he got bored and 
turned away. But now, from this big, hunky, wonderful 
friend, it was heaven.

Gradually, Brian let him go. 

"You didn't mind what I did?" Danny asked.

"Yummers. It was the best! And I do mean the best. Could 
you taste it when I kissed you?"

Danny nodded yes, then spoke aloud, "That seemed kind 
of, you know..."

Brian chuckled. "Gay? Totally. But it doesn't mean 
you're gay, Danny. Just that you did something that 
feels good. But I hafta tell you this so you really know 
me. I mean know me like no one else at school knows me, 
okay? And you can't tell no one!"

"Course not."

"You see, Big D, I am gay. Totally. And I been gay for 
you when I first noticed you last year. Like I said, 
that's why I chose you to be my Little Buddy. I thought 
you were cute. And hot. I'd play with my dick all the 
time thinking about you. But then when we got together 
and got to knowed each other, I totally fell for you.

Tears filled Brian's eyes.

"You gotta understand, Danny. I really, really love 
you."

Danny hugged his friend. Well, more than a friend now 
after all that happened. And kissed him on the lips. No 
tongue, just returned love.

The bell rang ending Buddy Reading Period. The two boys 
hurriedly got body parts tucked inside and clothing in 
order. Danny felt a little uneasy, not sure what to say, 
really. Brian must have felt much the same because they 
left the library without saying anything. As they passed 
a water fountain, Danny bent down and took a quick 
drink, wanting to make sure the smell of pee was gone. 
Brian just stood and waited.

"Aren't you like going to rinse it out?" Danny asked. "I 
totally flooded your mouth."

"Nope little guy, I mean Big D. I wanna taste your piss 
in my mouth the rest of the day. It'll remind me of my 
very best buddy ever."


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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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