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Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus - 1
by Antonio Green (auto67340399@hushmail.com)
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This story will contain scenes of sex between boys and a
boy and his infant (then toddler) brother including
water-sports 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, toddler, extreme-ped,
nc, mast. roal, anal, scat, 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.
***
Chapter 1: Homecoming
At 12 years old, a three years wait is a near eternity.
Danny had waited that long for this day. He'd thought
about it, plotted it, imagined it, and planned for it
that long. The anticipation, his nervousness and
excitement got him painfully hard. His 3 1/2 inch --
getting close to 4 inch -- boner rubbed harshly against
his jeans since he was not wearing underwear.
He'd waited patiently for this day to arrive since the
birth of his little brother, Timmy.
Danny loved Timmy. Really, truly loved him. He also
loved what he'd been doing to the tiny, red haired boy
over most of those three years. Sucking him. Licking his
most private -- and dirty -- places. Teaching him to do
the same back. Prepping him with his finger or tongue up
the tight, rosy anus. Even lately using thin candles and
a small boy-sized dildo his older friend Brian had given
him to get him ready.
But today was the day he'd do to Timmy what he'd been
only dreaming about almost since that day Mama first
brought the little guy home.
When his mother brought the newborn home from the
hospital, Danny was shocked at how tiny he was. So much
smaller than he'd expected. So much more fragile.
Before that homecoming, Danny hated his unborn brother.
The creep was going to take his place. The little lump
growing in his Mama's womb would spoil everything. He
wished his brother would never get born. His classmates
talked about babies growing in the mother's tummy. Danny
could only wish. If it was in her tummy, Mama should
just poop him down the toilet like the food they ate.
Timmy had turned 9 just three days before Mama went to
the hospital. His friends told him his hatred was
normal. They all hated their younger siblings. He hated
the brat so much he refused to look at it when Susan,
his Mama's partner, brought Danny to hospital right
after it was born.
"It" was exactly how Danny thought of the thing when
Susan left Danny in care of one of their friends to
bring Mama and the thing home from the hospital.
"It's bad enough," Danny fumed, "that Mama had gotten
the thing put in her. But it had to be born almost on my
own birthday. Spoils everything."
Danny's mother, Debra Peters, prided herself on being
open with her son about all things sexual. She explained
intercourse simply but clearly on Danny's fourth
birthday. And she repeated the instructions with greater
detail every year after.
Debra was honest with him about her own homosexuality
and had explained how she had let a gay man make her
pregnant with him. When Debra and her partner Susan
couple decided they wanted a second child, she explained
in shadowy detail how she had been artificially
inseminated. While Danny understood something about
regular intercourse and pregnancy, he deeply resented
that she had tried so deliberately to have a new little
boy to replace him.
So, the thin, gangly, blond, and slightly effeminate 9-
year hated the thing in his Mama's womb. He wished it
would die. Maybe he could even make that happen.
Then they brought Timmy into the house. Danny stood
behind Mama's friend who'd sat for him, scowling, filled
with hatred. And he looked at the slug, the thing, the
brat. He squinted his liquid blue eyes and glowered as
Mama uncovered Timmy's tiny head.
Danny glowered, ready to hate it forever, looked at it.
And fell in love.
He'd never seen anything so petite. So sweet. So
immediately lovable. Tears welled in his eyes.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Mama said, misinterpreting the
tears. "You'll always be my big boy. Timmy won't take
your place.
Danny is a child with many secrets, a child who easily
can deceive others when he chooses. He's been this way
since he was a toddler. Not a liar, but a child who can
hide his feelings and keep people at bay. But when he
saw his little brother -- a sleeping lump of just over 5
pounds -- he couldn't hide his feelings if he had wanted
to. They burst forth like a long dammed creek.
"I'm so sorry, Timmy," he cried. "I'm so sorry. I don't
hate you anymore. I love you. I'm sorry I thought those
terrible things."
Debra could feel the absolute sincerity in her son's
voice. She smiled and asked, "Want to hold your new
brother?" A week ago she wouldn't have dared ask. She
knew Danny's anger and sensed his need to strike out.
But the sight of the little one in her arms had washed
her older son's loathing away.
Danny sat down and took the little bundle in his arms.
"He has red hair," he exclaimed. "It's so pretty and
soft." Debra smiled inside. Pretty and soft were words
she could easily use to describe her big boy.
Danny would never do anything to hurt the little guy, he
told himself. He wanted to be the best big brother ever.
After bags and clothing were stowed, and Debra's and
Susan's friend had left, the new mother sat down to
nurse Timmy. She had always been very open with Danny
about her body, even giving him a close up of her "woman
parts" when they had their annual sex-ed discussion. At
8, Danny had even been allowed to put his fingers inside
her vagina to feel what it felt like. "Kind of icky," he
thought. But it made his little 2 inch penis get stiffer
than it had ever been in his memory.
So Debra wasn't shy at all about exposing her breasts in
front of Danny and tacitly gave him permission to watch
his brother nurse.
"You're really open with that one," Susan said, a touch
of scorn tinging her words.
"We've always been open. Haven't we, big boy?" Debra
answered.
Danny just nodded his head. He was fascinated with his
little brother's suckling, the infant making little
mewing noises. He was also fascinated by how much his
mother's breasts had grown. They had always been small,
but now they were much bigger, fuller. Debra had let him
touch them and squeeze them a couple of weeks before the
birth at Danny's most recent sex-ed session, moved up a
couple of weeks from his birthday since Debra wasn't
sure they'd get the time before the big day.
Timmy stopped suckling and fell asleep. Debra wrapped
him up and waved Danny over to her.
"Want a taste?" she asked. "I can't do this much, but
it's been a long, long time since you drank from my
breasts."
Susan gasped, spun on her heel, and left the room.
"You sure?" Danny asked, big eyed and more than a bit
stunned.
Debra answered by pulling her big boy's head toward her
left breast. She sensed this act would cement her older
son's feelings of being the little guy's protector. He
put his mouth gingerly on his mother's breast, and
looked up at her.
"What do I do?"
"Suck gently, not too hard. Watch out for teeth."
Danny loved milk and loved it as cold as could be. He
expected the cold richness he so loved to flow freely
from his mother's tit. But it didn't flow; it oozed. And
it was warm, not icy cold. It wasn't what Danny expected
at all. It wasn't milk as he knew milk to be. It was
more. It was sweet. It was filled with love and comfort.
His two inch pecker sprung like an unwrapped spring in
his undies. As hard as it had been when he had fingered
his mother's cunt -- for that's how he thought of it,
using the bad words he'd heard the bigger, bad boys use.
Slowly he, too, drifted to sleep, warmed by his mother's
love.
Danny awoke to the sounds of quiet dispute in the
kitchen. Susan didn't approve of what Debra had done.
Mama didn't care. Her big boy needed to feel stable in
his mother's love. And if Susan didn't like it, she knew
where the door was.
A door slammed. A car started, and Susan was gone. Over
the next few months, the lesbian couple would try to
mend what they'd had, but in the end, they decided to
part company. Debra thought it would be worse than it
was, but now she had two loves in her life that took all
her love.
"Hey, Big D," Debra called from the doorway as Danny
shook cobwebs from his head, "your little brother needs
changing. This will give you time to see what the rest
of him looks like."
Big D! Danny liked the name. It made him feel like the
strong, older brother he hoped to be.
Debra asked Danny to bring supplies into her bedroom.
"Let's change him in my room," Danny stated. "He's my
brother, and I want to help."
"Okay, Sweetie."
"Call me Big D, please Mama?"
"Then we'll change him in your room, Big D."
Danny laid out the changing mat and supplies as
directed. Debra rested the infant on his back and
unwrapped the wee package.
Danny gasped. "He's so tiny. Was I that tiny?"
"Tinier. You were so small I couldn't bring you home for
a month. But you grew into a big, strong boy. Didn't
you?"
Debra untaped the infant diaper and exposed Timmy.
"Wow! His penis and testicles are really big," Danny
exclaimed.
"Not so big, Sweetie. They just look big because his
body's so small. When I brought you home, your's looked
much bigger because your body was so, so small."
Sensing Danny's need to learn, Debra showed him how to
wipe his brother's crotch and anus thoroughly so he
wouldn't get a rash. She then demonstrated how to powder
him completely. Danny listened attentively.
"You can help any time you want to, Big D," Debra said.
"But you don't have to. Especially when Timmy starts
pooping."
"Yuck. Poop," Danny said out loud. But he thought
something much different. The idea of changing his
brother's wet diaper fascinated him. Pee fascinated him
and he loved his bath time pee play. But poop, now that
really fascinated him. His penis went hard again,
rubbing inside his undies.
Danny helped his Mama change his little brother whenever
he was home and awake over the next few weeks. He was
surprised that infant poo was so different from what he
left in the toilet, different from the deep brown, often
solid, logs he'd periodically touch or -- if he was
feeling really nasty -- would poop into his hand and
smell.
The first time he saw Timmy's dirty diaper with the
soft, yellow green mass he asked his mother, "Is
something wrong? His poopies look funny. And it doesn't
really smell like poopy. It smells kind of like sour
milk."
"No, Big D, everything's fine. Timmy only drinks my
milk, so his poop will be like this until he starts
eating solid food. Maybe in a couple of months. Then
it'll look and smell more like what you're used to. And
when he starts eating meat? Whew! Then it really starts
smelling just like big people poopoo."
Over the next few months, Debra's pride in her big boy
grew by the day. Danny helped with bathing the infant,
with putting him down for his nap, and even asked to
help change him. At first, Debra wasn't sure about
having the 9-year old help with that job. It just felt
like she would be asking too much of the boy. But Danny
insisted he wanted to help and do everything he could to
make both his Mama's and his brother's lives better.
So, when a delayed case of postpartum depression hit
Debra -- depression fueled by her missing Susan's soft
caresses -- she relented.
"I think Timmy's poopy, Mama," Danny called from Timmy's
crib-side.
"Can you change him, Sweetie?" his mother called back
from the couch. "I'm kind of tired."
"Call me 'Big D' and I will!"
"Okay, Big D. You've helped me a lot and know what to
do. Come get me if there are any problems."
Danny collected the necessary items: two wet wash
cloths, clean diaper, diaper cream, and powder. As he
got them, he noticed his penis had gotten hard again.
Stick hard. Pencil hard. Steel hard. He wasn't sure why.
Or maybe he was, just a little. He always loved looking
at his little brother's penis. Even when it was messy.
Especially when it was messy.
He lowered the crib side, unsnapped Timmy's sleeper, and
picked up one of the wash cloths. He'd learned early on
that boy babies sometimes pee when their bottoms are
uncovered. His Mama had shown him how to be prepared to
catch the errant flow with one of the wash cloths
instead of having it spray all over like it did the
first time this happened.
Cloth handy, Danny was ready and leaned over close to
the little guy's tummy. He pulled the tapes loose and
pulled the poopy but dry diaper between Timmy's legs.
The little guy's little guy was as hard as Danny's.
Though only an inch, it still looked big on such a tiny
frame. Suddenly, a drop of liquid appeared at the tiny,
red tip. Then the fountain started. Cloth still clutched
in his hand, Danny acted without thinking. He dove down
toward the infant's spewing penis and clamped his lips
around it.
Now, understand, Danny had peed in his own mouth many
times. Usually he did it in the bathtub, peeing a wide
arc into his mouth. He'd even peed into the bathroom cup
and drunk directly from it. But he'd never thought of
drinking someone else's urine. So his sudden action with
Timmy surprised him. Or so he told himself.
Timmy's pee was milder than his own. It almost tasted
like water, but better. Danny could taste something else
as well. Something a little like sour milk. Or some of
that really strong cheese his Mama liked. It tasted
pretty much like it smelled. Not bad, really. Kind of
nice. Not bitter like his own mess when he'd lick his
finger after pushing it in his pooper hole. More than
kind of nice. Danny loved the taste. So when Timmy's
flow stopped, Danny carefully lifted his mouth from the
infant's penis and looked at the chubby sack lightly
smeared with green baby poo.
A quick lick, a larger quantity than he'd ingested from
the little penis. It still tasted great.
Like a mother dog cleaning her pup, Danny licked away
every trace of Timmy's baby poo. From the puffy ball
sack, from fold between the chubby legs and groin, from
his pubis. He even turned Timmy onto his tummy, spread
the chubby cheeks, and licked the crack and then the
tight little hole. He pushed his tongue as far as it
would go into Timmy's pooper hole, not far really, but
far enough to get the little one cooing softly.
Just as Danny thought it couldn't get any better, it
did. Two ways. First, Timmy expelled a puff of gas,
mostly air Danny had forced in him with the licking. It
smelled totally like Timmy poo and that thrilled Danny,
pushing him toward the next great event.
Danny felt this tremendous rush of excitement in his
tummy. And an urgent need to pee. Then the tingles and
the shivers and "the feeling." A feeling he'd never had
before. Like his insides were pulsing thorough his penis
-- through his rock hard penis along with some squirts
of pee.
Breathless, he sank to the floor. What had happened
scared him. He'd never felt anything like it. Was his
penis supposed to feel like that? Danny wondered if
something had broken in him. Taking a moment to catch
his breath, Danny pulled his damp unders away from his
body.
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.
This story will continue to the conclusion foreshadowed
in the beginning. I already have six chapters written
and four more plotted. If you'd enjoy reading more,
please let me know at auto67340399 @ hushmail.com [no
spaces]. All comments welcome but flames will be
joyfully ignored and deleted.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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