("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus - 1 by Antonio Green (auto67340399@hushmail.com) *** 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 72