From Chapter 7

"Please, call me Mama, just like Danny does. And you're welcome to have a drink at my fountain any time you want." She kissed him gently on the forehead. "I don't know you very well, Brian. But I know I love you. Very much."

Brian started crying openly at these words. It was the first time any adult had said this to him, at least an adult who hadn't paid for the privilege of enjoying his body. Debra squeezed him once again, only this time, Brian accidentally squirted piss from his cock. Almost immediately a two inch wet spot appeared on his jean, and all three could smell that it wasn't cum but urine.

Just then, Timmy's wail came from Debra's bedroom upstairs.

"I think he needs to be changed, Big D," Debra said. "I'm tired. Would you mind doing it? And maybe the two of you can do something about Brian's full bladder. What say?"

Brian felt that he should be embarrassed, but he wasn't. He giggled uncharacteristically like a little girl. Mrs. Peters -- no make that Mama -- seemed to know. And she didn't care, so why should he?

Both boys ran upstairs, two at a time, to tend to Danny's little brother's changing.

Chapter 8: Bringing It All Home

When the two boys got to Timmy's crib in Brenda's room, Brian was panting. Not from being tired but from the excitement of what had just transpired and from the urgent need to piss. Standing by Timmy's crib, he clutched his penis, trying to keep from wetting himself more. As it was, the two inch piss spot on his jeans had grown to a good six inches.

He looked down at the wailing infant in the crib.

"He's beautiful, Danny. If I wasn't so in love with you, I'd fall in love with him."

"You can love us both. I love you and him about the same."

Brian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, foil wrapped packet. He handed the packet to Danny.

"Take one of these and put one in my mouth. It's a boner pill. I know I gave you some, but use mine cuz I got tons of them."

Danny didn't like swallowing pills, but the Cialis was small enough that he could get it down without much effort. He then put a pill in Brian's mouth. He felt like he was almost giving him communion.

"I don't feel anything, Brian," Danny said.

"Won't for about 20 minutes" Brian responded. "Then BOING! And it's not like it makes you super horny. It just makes you real hard and you don't lose it like forever. There's other stuff my asshole father gives me that makes me horny for a long time. Called E. Ecstasy. I love the way it makes me feel. So horny I'll do anything they ask. But It's a drug, so I'm not gonna give you none. Never!"

Brian squeezed his damp Levis harder. "I can't believe what just happened. Your mom. I never did that before. I mean, her titties are so nice. The milk was so awesome. Man, I gotta piss so bad!" The last one almost yelled as Brian danced from foot to foot.

"I love the way that feels," Danny said. "Don't you?"

"Yeah I do. Yeah I do. But I'm gonna totally lose it if I don't piss soon."

"Hold it tight. Okay?" Danny pushed a small pacifier into Timmy's mouth. He knew that would hold the little guy for a few minutes. He knelt at Brian's feet and pressed his mouth against the older boy's clutching hand. "Let it go and I'll keep you from peeing all over the floor."

Brian let go with his hand and his bladder let go. Piss bubbled out of his faded blue Levis, caught by Danny's sucking mouth. The transfer wasn't neat, and Brian only pissed long enough to hold off completely losing control. When the bubbling stopped, Danny pulled away. His chin was wet and his shirt was spotted with strong smelling piss he wasn't able to catch.

"Yummer nummers," he said, smacking his lips. "That tastes almost as good as drinking right from your hose."

Both boys laughed.

"What's your mom gonna say?"

Danny shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. But I bet she won't care. I don't know about poop stuff, so let's not do that. Okay?" As if on cue, Timmy tongued the pacifier out of his mouth and began crying again. "Speaking of poo, you want to help me change my little guy?"

Brian sniffed and wrinkled his nose. "Doesn't small like poop."

"Wait'll you see." Danny unsnapped the crotch of Timmy's blue-banded, race car printed infant body suit.; He pulled it over the baby's fuzzy red head. He expertly untaped the diaper and pulled it down between Timmy's chubby wiggling legs. As soon as the diaper was pulled down, Timmy quieted. The diaper was sodden. No pee fountain this time. But soft green feces coated his penis, scrotum, and crack.

"Ta da! Poopoo! Not like the stinky poopoo you know. But real Timmy poopoo," Danny proclaimed with a touch of pride.

Brian leaned closer and sniffed again. "God. His pee-pee is so tiny. He's cut like you. It's just his little tip. It's like a little button on his balls. And his poop. Smells kinda like cheese, don't it?"

"Tastes like it, too. Want to try it?"

The boy who'd been tasting nasty shit for seven years -- shit from his father, shit from his brother, shit from customers, and most recently shit from the boy he loved so much -- tentatively dipped a finger in the green mass on Timmy's scrotum. He licked his finger.

"Wow! That's not bad. Good even. Yeah, I love that shit. Can I have more?"

"Go for it, Poopoo Daddy," Danny answered using his nasty nickname for Brian from the previous day. "I can eat it any time."

Brian bent down, ready to start licking the green, cheesy mass. Then he looked up at Danny and asked, "Is it okay if I do this. I mean like suck his little thingy and stuff?"

Danny giggled. "I do it almost every day. He loves it. I love it. I think you'll be surprised."

Brian took a deep breath, leaned his face right into Timmy's messy, chubby pubis, and licked the poop from his groin. No, not licked, but gently tongue bathed the infant.

About that time, the Cialis started taking effect. Brian's teen cock started chubbing up from the 2 inch flaccid state it had reverted to after he'd peed his pants -- and Danny's mouth. It firmed, thickened, warmed, and stretched out. Hardened until its ruby tip pushed through the tight foreskin. Pushed painfully downward when it wanted to spring up and out. His cock screamed for release, but Brian couldn't pull his mouth from the tiny boy's pubic mound.

Barely lifting his head from his laving, Brian muttered, "Take my pants down. I gotta get outta them."

Danny unhooked the older boy's thick leather belt -- a belt that had done more than hold up his faded jeans, a belt that had striped his thighs and buttocks, a belt that had choked him to unconsciousness while men had fucked him, a belt that on at least five occasions had been forced almost entirely inside his rectum -- everything except for the buckle -- for the entertainment of his customers.

Once the belt was unhooked and the jeans unzipped, Danny pulled Brian's shoes and socks off, then slipped his wet jeans and filthy underpants (unwashed for at least a week) off his feet. Brian's four inch flesh rod jumped up angrily, a drop of precum pearling at the piss slit.

By this time, Brian had lifted Timmy's chubby legs upward and was thoroughly licking the tight, wrinkled infant anus. He pushed his tongue against the pucker and felt it give way easily. He didn't want to hurt the infant, but he couldn't stop from pressing a good half inch of his curled tongue into the minuscule rectum.

More cheesy baby poo right inside. His cock throbbed. Timmy cooed. Danny started licking his older lover's ball sack from between his legs.

"No, Danny! Please, no!" Brian barked. "I don't wanna cum yet. Wanna fuck you. Want it so bad. Fuck you little guy."

Danny knew Brian was talking about him. But part of him felt that just maybe, he was also talking about the little guy in the crib. He wanted to fuck his little infant brother himself so he understood Brian's need. Freaky. But oh so sexy, too. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, all of them. He wanted to be naked, and he wanted Brian naked, too. So without asking, he pulled the boy's teeshirt off.

"Get the lube from my pants," Brian gasped.

"No." Danny replied. "Use the baby oil on the crib. It'll work good, and it's BABY oil. And you want to do this to a baby, don't you?"

Although 9 -- and just barely -- Danny was incredibly smart and perceptive. He instinctively understood Brian's need to fuck the little grub in the crib. The thought had been orbiting at the edge of his own consciousness. And although he felt a little twinge of jealousy, he was glad to be the "baby" taking Brian's big cock.

Brian grunted as he applied a good squeeze of the glistening, slippery-sticky oil. "Yeah, I do."

"I'll be Baby Danny for you. If you want," the young boy said, slipping between Brian's front and the crib. Brian reached between Danny's cheeks with the baby oil squeeze bottle.

"Uh uhn. Don't do that. Fuck Baby Danny like this. Fuck him hard with just the oil on your big daddy dick." Danny loved talking so nasty. "Baby Danny has a big surprise for daddy."

Brian moved the real infant in the crib so his mouth could reach the now hard, one inch, little baby rocket sticking up from the baby's pubis. Danny, between his legs, leaned slightly to the right. Brian leaned over Timmy, his red hair falling over the infant's tummy and tickling him, making him gurgle in pleasure. He slipped his lips over the pencil thick little stub and began suckling it. With his left hand, he parted Danny's skinny ass cheeks. With his right, he grasped his four inch cock -- gummy from the baby oil -- right behind the head. He couldn't see the cockhead, but he could feel that it had slipped through the usually tight foreskin encasing it. This was a sure sign he was super hard and super horny. Using the fingers on his left hand, he felt for and found Danny's asshole. It was twitching. Danny was making it twitch, inviting him.

"Fuck my baby poopoo hole, daddy," Danny whispered. Brian didn't need the invitation, but it signaled him to start pushing hard against the tight sphincter. His iron-hard dick slipped and bent painfully. Normally this would have softened his bone, but fueled by Cialis, fantasy, love, and horniness, his cock immediately sprang back in place. Its ruby tip found the target -- Baby Danny's poopoo hole. One more shove and the tip pushed in.

"Ow!" Danny yelped. But he did not -- absolutely did not -- want Brian to stop. "Baby Danny was bad boy. Poke my poopoo, daddy. Poke it hard."

Brian wouldn't have stopped even if Danny had begged him. No way. He was being led by a boner that screamed for release. As he pushed forward, his prick pushed through a warm, soft mass.

"Baby Danny has poopoo in his pooper hole. Don't he?" Brian asked, momentarily lifting his mouth off Timmy's miniature stiffy. He then pushed all four inches into the mess, reveling in the feeling of the shit spreading around his hardness.

"Ga-ga. Goo-goo. Fuck my poopoo. Ga-ga. Goo-goo. Fuck my poopoo. Ga-ga. Goo-goo. Fuck my poopoo," Danny chanted, maybe a little too loud. As he did, he slipped his middle finger -- greased with baby oil -- through his baby brother's tight sphincter and up into baby poop land. His urge was to match Brian's increasing fuck speed with his own fingering. so he had to force himself to fuck slowly in and out so as not to damage the little guy.

Brian lifted his head from Timmy's tummy for a moment to look down. His prick was smeared with red-brown shit. No, not shit. "I got Baby Danny poopoo on my daddy fuckstick," he whispered into Danny's ear. "And you know how bad Baby Danny is going to have to clean it off, don't you?"

He bent back down and sucked Timmy's cocklet back into his mouth. As he did, he picked up the pace of his own pounding of Baby Danny's asshole. He could feel Danny's finger poking through the infant's hole as he sucked. Suddenly, Timmy gurgled louder, gasped, and the hard little inch long nail in Brian's mouth twitched once, twitched again, then vibrated.

That was all it took to push the thirteen year old over the edge. Over the roaring in his head, he could hear Danny's continued chanting. "Ga-ga. Goo-goo. Fuck my poopoo. Ga-ga. Goo-goo. Fuck my poopoo. Ga-ga. Goo-goo. Fuck my poopoo."

"I'll fuck your poopoo, you little faggot baby," he said, slamming as hard as he could into the boy beneath him. The cum streaking up his urethra almost burned he was so hot. He could feel it shoot through the cockhead now embedded deep in Danny's shit. One. Two. Three. Four times. The most he'd ever shot before. But the spasms didn't stop. His cock kept jerking and throbbing, trying to shoot cum that had already been spent.

Eventually, Brian's penis settled down and he collapsed on Danny's sweaty back.

"I'm sorry what I said," he whispered. "I couldn't help it. And I'm sorry I fucked you so hard. Don't hate me, please."

"Hate you? Baby Danny deserved it. I loved it all. I had like three separate cums. It was awesome. And I'm STILL hard. And horny. Those pills really work."

Brian slowly pulled his cock out of Danny's tight hole. Still hard as well, it snapped upward and spattered a small amount of cum-creamy shit on his belly. The prick itself was completely smeared with Danny's shit. The stench was so strong, he could smell the mixture of shit and cum.

Danny turned around, knelt between Brian's legs and licked the spatters from Brian's tummy. He then engulfed the still hard cock in his mouth. Sucking and licking vigorously, he cleaned the hard-on, looking at it from time to time until no shit or semen remained. He stood and pressed his mouth against his older lover's. They shared spit and the sweet-fetid taste of cum-shit for several minutes. Gradually all either boy could taste was the bland taste of saliva.

"That tasted fucking awesome," Danny said. "Poop and cum. Like a poop cum milkshake."

Brian swatted Danny's butt just hard enough to leave a red mark that faded quickly. "Baby Danny shouldn't say such bad words."

"Baby Danny is getting horny again," Danny responded. "Can you put Timmy on Mama's bed. I want to try something but I was afraid to move him. Didn't want to drop him."

Brian carefully lifted the eight pound infant and laid him in the middle of the bed. Danny climbed up and straddled Timmy's head. He grabbed his little boner and pushed it against the infant's lips. Immediately the baby began suckling, trying to get milk from a nipple that could yield none.

"Oooooh. That's so good. Mama told me its a reflex. He can't help it. He'll suck anything you put there. I've wanted to do this since he first came home."

Danny stopped talking and concentrated on the feelings enveloping him. He knew better than to thrust, at least into a baby so young. Even though he'd cum three times in a row just a few minutes earlier, it didn't take long for the feeling to overwhelm him. His cocklet throbbed and jerked. Showing remarkable restraint for a 9-year old, He kept it in the front of Timmy's mouth rather than shoving its full two inch hardness into the baby. As he pulled his dicklet out, Timmy began to whimper.

"Hold him for a sec," he advised Brian. Quickly he retrieved the pacifier from the crib and slipped it into Timmy's mouth. He leaned over and kissed his brother gently on the forehead.

"I love you little guy. I hope you like the feelings I'm giving you." He kissed Timmy a again. "You want to try it," he asked Brian.

"Brian pointed at his four inch steel rod that pointed skyward. "Hell yeah. But I just had poop on it. so I won't do it."

Danny reached over and got the baby wipes. He washed Brian's cock thoroughly.

"Disinfectant. It's clean now." Then he knelt and sucked the disinfectant off his lover's penis. "Now it won't taste bad for Timmy."

Brian needed no further encouragement. He climbed on the bed, pulled his rod down, and placed placed it at Timmy's lips. The baby began suckling as soon as the tip entered. Brian had never felt anything like it. No one had ever sucked so well.

The shear nastiness of what he was doing -- feeding his cock into a month old infant -- was too much to bear. His cock jerked and throbbed and began spasming madly. A drop came out. That was all the cum his balls had manufactured since is last cum. If he'd seen it, he would have seen it was almost water clear. But Timmy's suckling kept the orgasm going. Three dry jerks then suddenly a big squirt of liquid erupted from his dickhead. Timmy swallowed easily. Three more jerks of his rod and three more shots of liquid, each one making its way down the infant's gullet and into his stomach.

When his orgasm faded, Brian realized what he'd done and quickly pulled out. Timmy's mouth continued its sucking motions as if trying to find more of the bib boy's liquid offering.

"Oh, fuck. I just pissed in the little guy's mouth. And he drank it."

"Do you think it'll hurt him?" Danny asked.

"Naw. I told you one of my customers is a doctor. He told me piss don't have no germs unless. Well unless you got some type of infection or something. And he checked me last week. I'm clean of everything."

"Let me try," Danny said. He and Brian switched places.

"Don't piss too fast, dude. It might choke him," Brian advised. Danny put the tip of his hard penis into his brother's lips. Once again, Timmy's suckling was almost too much to bear. Danny concentrated for a moment then let a little squirt of boy pee out. Timmy sucked and swallowed. Another. Another suck and swallow. Five more times Danny squirted his pee into Timmy's mouth. He might have continued, but the infant slipped off into sleep.

Brian carefully lifted Timmy back into the crib. Danny lovingly wiped, powdered, and diapered Timmy then pulled up the sides of the crib.

"I gotta pee bad now," Danny said. "I was okay until I did that."

"Me too. You got your own room?"

"Yeah, let's go."

Brian began pulling his pants on. Danny stopped him.

"Mama's asleep on the couch. We can do just about anything."

"Is there a bathroom up here?"

"Yeah. Two. Mine and Mama's."

The boys collected their clothing and Danny led the way to a large, well appointed bathroom. It had an enclosed shower, toilet, double-basin vanity, and a huge spa-style tub.

"This is Mama's but she lets me use it if I want. Mine just has a shower and toilet."

Brian led the naked 9-year old over to the tub. "I gotta piss bad, too," he said. You wanna go first or me?"

Danny knew exactly what his young lover meant. "You first. Then me."

Danny climbed in and lay back. Brian straddled him and pulled his boner down, pointing it at the boy.

"That's the problem with the pills. It's hard for me to piss when I'm this hard." He closed his eyes and concentrated for a good minute and a half. He strained. A fart erupted noisily from his asshole. The stench was horrendous.

"Ack," Danny yelled. "That's awful."

Brian giggled. "That's because I got Super Turd still in me. My farts have been really bad all day. I let an SBD in class today, and everyone about died. I didn't admit to it. No way."

The conversation was enough to loosen his piss pipe to get a flow started. The first splashes hit the younger boy's very hard cocklet and tight little ball sack. Brian had enough experience with piss play with his customers to gauge how much he had. He knew he wanted to drench Danny, but he also knew where he wanted to end up. He slowly pissed up the boy's skinny torso to his neck.

"Close your eyes." He pissed all over Danny's white-blond hair. "Open your mouth." Danny tried valiantly to drink all the piss spraying in his mouth, but it was just too fast. He sputtered a few times, and had to close his mouth a couple of times as well. Eventually Brian's flow slowed, then stopped.

"My turn now," Danny cried, jumping to his feet. "Now I get to piss all over you!"

"Not yet, okay?" Brian said. "Can you hold it a little bit?"

Danny nodded "yes." Brian turned him around, knelt down, and pressed his mouth against Danny's pucker. He pushed his tongue inside then pulled back a few inches.

"You still got poop in there. Got much?"

"Don't know. But I do gotta go soon."

"Feed me, little boy. I wanna eat your poop right from your poop hole. Don't stop unless I tell you."

Danny clutched his penis, not wanting any piss to escape. He strained a little. A soft poof of shitty air escaped his hole. Then the sphincter opened a quarter of an inch and the tip of a red-brown poop snake poked out. Brian put his mouth right over the hole. Danny pushed some more. More gas, this time right into Brian's mouth. But then the fart was accompanied by a slowly growing mass of shit. Brian swallowed as quickly as he could, but some oozed around his lips.

Danny had shit that morning, so he didn't have a huge amount to offer, mostly just a little left over from dinner, plus his breakfast, lunch, and a little bit from his recent snack. Brian had eaten far more over his last seven years as a shit pig for his father, brother, and customers. But he wanted to savor Danny's stinking offering so he ate slowly. Because of this, more oozed from his mouth, smearing his face and Danny's butt.

After about three minutes, Danny had shit everything he had to offer into his best buddy's mouth. He turned around and looked at Brian. Shit was smeared round his lips and up his left cheek, reaching the cheek bone.

"You look nasty, Poopoo Daddy," Danny said, giggling. Brian licked his lips. "Do you really like eating that much of it?"

"I'm used to it. Plus, it's yours, so I'd eat ten times that much if I could."

"Yuck. I don't think I like it THAT much. But do you want me to eat some of Super Turd?"

"Naw. There's no way it's gonna come out now without I take an enema. Like I said, I got some customers who wanna see it. I kind of told them about you and they want to see the monster poop you did."

"You told them?" Danny was shocked.

"Not your name or anything. I said you didn't go to my school. That I'd met you at the park. So I hope you're not mad."

Danny feigned anger. "For that sin, you'll have to be punished. Lie down and receive your punishment!"

Danny didn't have any trouble getting his piss flow started in spite of his ridiculously hard bone. He started at Brian's face, trying to wash shit off. Brian squinted so he could see what Danny was doing but still protect his eyes. As he felt the piss flow down his cheek, he stuck out his tongue to try to catch some in his mouth. Soon Danny was wetting his hair, turning it from a bright to a dark red. Finally, he directed his flow directly into Brian's gaping mouth.

Brian had had lots of practice drinking piss from men, piss that flowed much faster and stronger. So he had no trouble swallowing and timing his swallows to get almost al of Danny's golden nectar into his stomach. When Danny had finished, Brian sat up in the tub and pulled the younger boy to him.

"I could drink that every day. All day. It's better than Mountain Dew. Turn around and let me lick your butt hole clean. Then let's clean up. Don't want your mom to get too spicious."

Brian licked Danny's asshole and crack completely clean of shit. Then the boys showered together, enjoying the warm spray and the dry orgasm they each brought the other with the scented French soap.

When they got out, Danny said, "I want to take a bath with you. In this tub. It's really fun."

"What about my clothes?" Brian asked. "They're like really wet and I don't got nothing else to wear."

"I'll put 'em in the wash. You can wear one of the robes Mama has for guests."

The boys enjoyed the bath complete with spa sprays -- a bath without any sex play at all, only a contest to see who could piss the highest. Even though Danny was smaller, with a smaller bladder and penis, he won, spraying his fountain a good three feet in the air.

Lying quietly in the warm water, spa spraying against their now spotless skin, Brian broached a subject they both were wondering about.

"Were you okay that I pretended you was your brother back there?" he asked Danny.

"Mostly. I was a little jealous. "

"You know I totally love you, Danny. But it just seemed so horny to do it to you like you were Timmy. You ever thought about doing that?"

"Yeah. I thought about doing it, too. So I guess it's okay. He's too little. It'd hurt him."

Brian looked someplace in the distance. "My brother told me my father used to have him fuck me when I was like 2. Said I liked it. He was like 7 when he started. My father made him stop when they got afraid I'd start talking."

Neither boy had lost his tumescence because of the Cialis. But this talk had both affected them deeply, causing their boners to stretch even more.

"You think we could do Timmy when he's 2?" Danny asked.

"Don't know. I can ask the doctor I know. You know, the one who's a customer."

"When can you do that?"

"Tomorrow. He's one of the three guys who's gonna give me a piss enema so they can get Super Turd out of my butt. Gonna pay me a lot. It's like a tip for me. They'll give me extra money."

The mention of "Super Turd" got both boys laughing. It was time to get out. They dried each other off, and when they'd finished, Danny figured Brian's clothing was ready to to put in the dryer. He got Brian a big, fluffy, pink terry robe.

When the 8th grade athlete saw it, he balked. "I can't wear that. It's totally gay." Then, realizing what he said, he began laughing. "But then so am I. And so are you. And so's your mom. So I guess it don't matter."

He wrapped the robe around himself and followed Danny downstairs. Danny, though, was still naked, pink and shiny from the bath.

"You don't mind your mom seeing THAT," Brian asked, pointing at Danny's 2-inch stiffy that pointed upward, hugging his tummy.

"Not after today. I want her to know how much I love my bestest friend in the whole wide world." As they reached the bottom step, Danny stood on tippy toes and planted a big kiss on his bestest friend's lips. Debra Peters could see the boys, the kiss, and her young son's incredibly hard boner.

"If I liked penises..." she thought to herself, leaving the thought unfinished.

Brian stayed in the bathrobe the rest of the evening. He was so used to being the tough, strong, athletic kid that the fluffy, pink luxury enwrapped him in a feeling of warmth and belonging. Probably for the first time in his life.

Debra fed her littlest boy shortly before dinner -- fried then baked chicken -- was ready to serve. Her two big boys -- for that's how she now thought of her own son and her newest one, Brian -- sat on the floor playing video games. Danny remained naked, the first time he'd seemed comfortable with being naked in front of her for an extended time.

Periodically, one boy would "secretly" reach over and tweak the other's boyhood. Several times, Brian's robe slipped open and his gorgeous, ruby-tipped erection popped into view. Debra wondered how the two boys could maintain their erections so long, but they were boys, so it didn't seem too odd to her.

When she brought Timmy down to nurse him, Brian's attention was riveted to the scene. He'd slipped his hand inside the robe and was obviously rubbing himself. Danny scooted closer to him and slipped his own hand inside the robe.

"When Timmy's finished, do you want some, Brian?" Debra asked.

Brian simply nodded "yes."

"Danny?"

"Yummers, Mama. You know I do!"

When Timmy was fed and returned sleeping to his crib upstairs, Debra had Brian sit next to her on the couch and Danny sit on her leg. She released both her breasts from the nursing halter. At that point, Brian started pulling the robe tighter around himself. Debra put her hand on Brian's and stopped him.

"You don't have to hide that beautiful erection, my new son." Brian removed his hand and let the robe slip around his legs, 4-inch boner sticking skyward, ruby head poking through his foreskin.

Debra reached her hands around the two boys' heads and drew them gently to her breasts. The boys suckled. Warm, creamy-sweet milk oozed from Debra's breasts. In a short amount of time -- less than three minutes -- Danny's suckling became more frenzied, almost painful. Debra glanced at her little fairy. His penis was jerking in a dry, powerful orgasm. When the orgasm had passed, Danny had pulled his mouth off his mother's teat.

"You liked doing that with your boyfriend, didn't you, my little fairy?" Debra asked.

Danny nodded. "Is it okay if I get different milk now?" he asked nodding toward Brian.

Debra was thrilled that her little fairy could be so open with her. She, too, nodded her ascent, and Danny scooted between Brian's legs. When he slipped his lips over Brian's boner, the older boy pulled away from his suckling. The comfortable warmth of his little lover's mouth exhilarated him. But Danny's boldness in front of Debra worried him. He looked at her. She was smiling beatifically.

"Don't be too aggressive sucking Brian, Danny," Mama said. Then to Brian, "I can tell how much you love my little fairy, Brian. And you've promised not to hurt him." She pulled his head back to her breast. "And I know you'll keep your promise. I'm also sure you've had intercourse him. Anal intercourse."

Danny jerked up from his sucking. "Mama!"

Debra ignored him. "And I want you to know it's fine that you do. I hope you both enjoy it as much as I know it can be enjoyed. You both might be shy about doing it in front of me. But seeing Danny suck you here, I want you to know that the two of you can have sex anyplace you want in my home. It's your home, too. You know that don't you?"

Tears coursed down Brian's cheeks, hearing that he had a real home at last. If only he could make this his home forever.

At that point, Danny stopped sucking and looked up at his Mama from between Brian's legs.

"You mean that, Mama? Anyplace?"

"Yes, sweety. Anyplace."

"Can we do it right now. Here? In the living room?"

"Yes. Here is good. I'll go to my room."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Danny said, a tone of quiet pleading edging his voice.

"You sure you want me here? Sex between lovers can be a very private thing, Daniel. And what does Brian think?"

Brian's expression -- a huge, broad smile and lust filled eyes -- gave his answer.

"Mama," Danny said, "I want you to know me, the real me. And Brian's part of me. And us fucking is a huge part of both of us." This was the very first time Danny had ever used that word in front of his Mama, but it felt right, felt like he had to say just that.

Brian stood, pulling Danny to his feet. He kissed him on his lips, no tongue, not out of shyness but because he wanted the kiss to be sweet and sensual, not sexy.

"I want to do it, Big D. But I want you to do me. Can you do that in front of your Mama?" Brian couldn't bring himself to say "fuck" in front of the only woman who'd ever shown him any love.

"Yes, yes, I want to FUCK you so bad," Danny said, putting emphasis on the nasty word. "And she's your Mama, too. Don't forget."

Debra Peters couldn't believe what she was about to witness. It was not sexually arousing for her, but she felt even closer to her son than she ever had. She knew how hard it was to be young and gay, especially for a boy. She'd realized she was a lesbian (although she wasn't sure about the word) when she was 10. She suffered from loneliness and self loathing until she met her first sex-playmate when she was 11. Her playmate was not not really a lover but a 16-year old, horny lesbian who showed Debra how to enjoy her sexuality, who used her mouth, tongue, and a variety of dildoes to focus Debra's unfocussed horniness into her girl parts.

So now it was Danny's turn to learn about his sexuality. And although it didn't really arouse her -- well, maybe a little -- she loved being able to share in it.

Danny and Brian were on the floor in front of Mama, Brian on his back, Danny lying across him. Brian had tossed the pink, fluffy robe aside, so he, too, was now naked.

Tongues dug deep into each others mouths. Hands rubbed, petted, caressed freely over pale white and deeply freckled skin. While the kissing continued. Debra heard Brian hock deeply. If they were walking on the street, she knew he would have spit the slime in his mouth onto the street. But nothing was forthcoming. Instead, her sweet, neat-freak, little fairy son was swishing moving his cheeks as if swishing something around. Something? Brian's spit, of course.

Then her little fairy hocked as well. Not as deep or manly as Brian's. A little boy's attempt to work up spit. Then Brian was swishing the combined slime around in his mouth.

Debra realized they were telling her something. Her little boy -- always so clean and meticulous -- and his young, red-haired, freckled, athletic lover shared spit readily. Maybe they shared deeper, darker secrets as well.

Danny slipped down between Brian's legs. He licked all around the freckled cheeks, getting closer and closer to his target. Brenda leaned closer and looked carefully at what should have been a little, pink, tight-muscled star. But Brian's boy hole wasn't tight. Or little. Or pink. It was puffy, bright red, and ringed with rectal tissue, tissue that should have been inside the boy but instead attested to years of abuse.

The mis-treated hole disappeared behind Danny's head. But Brenda knew what little little boy was doing. Had she been able to see, she would have seen his tongue stabbing at his lover's sphincter, at his poop hole. It pushed and licked and gradually slipped inside, opening Brian up. He couldn't get too deep inside. His way was stopped by a very solid, bitter tasting blockage. Super Turd. His gift to Brian from the day before.

Slobbering, Danny wet Brian's hole with his watery spit. He pulled himself up, and Brian reached down and pulled his cheeks apart. Danny grasped his bone and scooted into place, pushing gently against the spit-wet hole.

"You got a poopy chin," Brian whispered. He licked the gray-brown slime away just as Danny pushed as hard as he could into his lover's shit hole, pushing Super Turd back two inches. Just as he did, Brian clamped his asshole as tight as he could.

"Holy mother fucking shit that feels so good!" Brian yelled. "Fuck me deep and hard little man. Fuck me hard."

"Gonna fuck you hard. I'm fucking your shit. I fucking your poop. I fucking my turd. I'm hella hella fucking you hard," Danny yelled, not caring what words spewed from his mouth. Or maybe he did.

Debra Peters watched her little boy, her sweet little fairy boy pounding as hard as he could into the boy beneath him. She never could quite understand why men and boys got off on swearing so much when they had sex. The man who'd impregnated her with Danny -- a very gentle, quiet gay man -- had sworn like a trucker every time he fucked her over the three months it had taken for her to get with Danny.

"Fuck. Shit Piss. Cock sucker. Mother fucker." Now both boys were chanting a litany of every obscenity they could think of. After a good ten minutes of unrelented pounding, Danny straightened and jammed his cocklet one last time into his lover, shivered, shook, and went into a prolonged dry cum.

Danny collapsed on Brian's chest and caught his breath. When his breath evened out, Brian whispered in his ear, "My turn, Poopoo Baby."

"Okay, Poopoo Daddy," Danny whispered back, slipping off his lover's torso and lying on his back. He hadn't lost his boner, and when Debra looked at it, she could see streaks of brown, evidence of where it had just been.

Brian reached over to the crumple of terry cloth and after a little fussing, pulled out a blue and white tube.

"Well,"thought Debra, "at least he came prepared." She deeply appreciated his preparedness. It meant the thirteen year old's entry into her son's rectum with his so, so hard erection would be easier, less painful.

The Brian did something that surprised her, not because he did it but that he dared do it in front of her. He leaned over and took Danny's dirty little pecker into his mouth. She knew hat he was doing. He was cleaning her son off. Cleaning off the feces from his rectum. He pulled off for a moment. Her son's penis was glistening with spit and looked very clean.

"You don't want any poop inside your piss pipe, Danny," Brian said. "You know what you gotta do." He leaned down and resumed his laving of his little lover's cocklet.

Debra watched as Danny strained slightly. A poof of Danny gas escaped his read end, then Brian began swallowing. "Drinking piss. So incredibly nasty," Debra thought. But so sweet to make sure her boy didn't get an infection.

When Brian pulled up from Danny penis, his cheeks were swollen. While he'd been drinking, he'd greased his cock and Danny's hole with the KY he'd brought from home. He twisted his body slightly to get his throbbing ruby cockhead in place and pushed forward carefully, slowly opening Danny's sphincter. When the head popped in, Danny gasped. Brian planted his mouth over his lover's lips and let the remnants of the piss flow into Danny's mouth.

Slowly, gently he fucked in and out of the tight rectum that had only known his cock. He continued Frenching Danny and sharing the piss between them until gradually it was gone. Then he lifted his head up and picked up his pace. He was close. So close. He'd almost cum while Danny was pounding him, but this is what he wanted to do. Spew his slime, his spunk, his splooge deep into his little lover in front of the boy's mother.

As the spasm hit him, he looked straight into Danny's remarkable blue eyes.

"I love you so much, Poopoo Baby," he said out loud. "So fucking much it hurts."

"I love you, too, Poopoo Daddy," There! They'd shared another part of their incredible bond. Their loving names. Strange ones, Debra thought, but so personal. Debra could smell the distinctive pungency of semen as Brian slammed into her little fairy's poop chute. She knew he was cumming in there. Breeding her son. Tying their souls together.

Exhausted, Brian rolled off of Danny and lay between him and his mother. Their Mama. His head throbbed from the power of his orgasm, and he was about to fall asleep when he felt a small, wet tongue on his cock shaft. Debra saw it, too. She saw Brian's cock covered in shit, much more so Danny's had been. Then she watched in awe as Danny folded himself over the filthy rod and began licking it, carefully cleaning every bit of poop as the boys called it. This was a new element, one she'd have to investigate when the boys went to bed.

Danny watched his Mama to gauge her response to the tongue bath he was giving Brian. Curiosity? Interest? Love? All of those and more. Gradually, Brian's penis was as clean as Danny's had been after his tongue bath. The 9-year old, so young, so innocent, so incredibly knowledgable, shook his lover.

"Gotta clean it out inside like you did for me." Debra watched as Danny plunged Brian's entire hard length into his mouth. Soon he was swallowing, too, just like Brian had done.

"I'm almost done, baby," Brian warned. "Hold as much as you can." Once again, the two boys shared piss between them until it was finally gone.

A few minutes of inactivity. A few minutes of embarrassed silence while each tried to figure what to say.

Mama finally broke the silence. "That was so, beautiful, my precious boys. What are you up to now?"

Danny sat up. "I'm tired, Mama. Can we have a snack, then go to bed?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. Is that okay, Mrs. Peters?" Debra glowered at him. "Oops. I mean Mama. Is that okay, Mama?"

While the sleepy boys ate cookie dough ice cream with chocolate sauce, Brian said, "Mama. That sounds so good to me. You just don't know."

"I think I do, my big fairy," Debra answered. Everyone laughed at the term. "And I want to talk to you about that. But not tonight."

"Okay, Mama. One more thing. Are you okay with what we did?"

Debra's answer was to come over, hug Brian, then kiss his red hair.

"I am very okay with it, my new son. Very okay."

Once the boys were in bed -- the same bed, of course -- Debra Peters stayed up late to research issues that concerned her. The Internet is a valuable research tool if you pay close attention to where you get your information. Debra researched "fecal ingestion," "eating feces," "drinking urine," and other related subjects.

She was comforted by what she read about drinking urine, although she, herself, would never consider doing so. It was safe, all the true medical experts said, unless the person whose urine you drank had an infection.

So, that was basically safe.

Eating feces, on the other hand, posed a bigger problem. Hepatitis was a big concern, but Danny had had a full panel of Hep-vaccines when he was born and had had boosters along the way. But what about Brian? What about her new son? And parasites and bacterial contamination were a concern. She emailed Patrick Raskin, Danny's biological father.

Raskin was a gay man who had done little more than inject his sperm into Debra's vagina. He had no desire to see Danny let alone have a relationship with him. That was fine with Debra. And although Danny asked about him periodically -- "whose my daddy?" type questions -- he really wasn't that interested himself.

But Debra had kept in touch with Raskin, even using his sperm to create Timmy. In that way, Danny and Timmy were full brothers although the method for making the newest addition to the Peters family was more clinically up-to-date.

She asked Raskin about fecal ingestion and what gay men did about the problems. Viola! There was a new combination vaccine that essentially made eating poop safe unless the pooper had really unusual parasites or intestinal flora. She'd definitely have to get Danny's pediatrician, also a gay man, involved. Certainly for Danny. Maybe even for Timmy. And if she could pull it off, for her newest boy, Brian.

Then the hard part. She'd also asked Raskin about what an abused young teen's rectum might look like. Her quick assessment of Brian's rear end was spot on.

"There's no way" Raskin had told her, "a boy his age would have such a ragged looking asshole if he wasn't being fucked by big cocks regularly." Jokingly (she hoped), he'd asked if she wanted to share him. Raskin was such a card.

She wanted, needed to do something for this sweet, soft, lost boy who loved her first son so deeply.

After her research and nursing Timmy three times, Debra finally went to bed at as the clock approached 3:15. Almost five hours later she was shaken awake by excited, little hands shaking her.

"Mama. Mama," Danny cried, "you gotta come here. Quick. You gotta see this!"

The urgency in Danny's voice was not to be denied. But there was no fear, nor panic. So she knew it was only a young boy's emergency, not one that threatened life and limb. Danny stood beside her naked, his penis no longer stick hard but tiny, shrunken to a little nub lying atop a walnut sized scrotum. His hair was damp, and he smelled of stale urine, not horrendously, but enough to cause her to pull away.

Pulling her robe around her, Mama padded behind Danny as scurried to his room, his tight, skinny cheeks bouncing joyfully before her. Brian was awake, as she'd expected he'd be. He, too, was stark naked. He sat on an old teeshirt at Danny's desk. His hair, too, was damp, and he smelled of old urine as well.

"Look. Look, Mama," Brian told her, pointing to Danny's microscope. The microscope was the only thing Danny had asked for the last Christmas. Of course, he'd gotten many other fine gifts, but Debra made sure the microscope was the highest quality, one that could have been used in an undergraduate college biology class.

A well slide was clipped in place on the stage. A cover slip showed the care that had gone into setting up the specimen to be examined. Underneath the cover slip rested a small, pearly drop of goo.

"Hurry, they don't live long. Take a look," Danny urged.

Looking through the eyepiece, Debra saw a mass of tadpole-like creatures swimming wildly in a brown tinged fluid. Shel looked up, unbelieving.

"Those are mine, Mama. Those are mine!" Brian said. Debra was thrilled that, in his excitement, Brian automatically called her 'Mama.' She looked back into the eyepiece. The wiggly things looked exactly like all the illustrations and photos she'd seen in family life and health ed classes.

"Let me see again," Danny said, gently pushing Brian off the seat. Three damp, quarter-sized tan spots sullied the teeshirt about where a smallish 9-year old's rear hole would rest. Leakage, Debra understood, from her little fairy.

"Those are Brian's sperms, Mama," Danny explained unnecessarily. "We got them from inside me. If I was a girl, he'd have made a baby in me. Aren't they awesome, Mama?"

She kissed his damp hair. Yes, urine, definitely urine. Then she kissed her newest son's damp hair. Same.

Danny's bed -- no both boys' bed -- was a mess, covers tossed wildly around. And it was soaked. It was a good thing Danny had a mattress liner for the times he still wet the bed. But the wetness was not from just one boy. And it was not from one time. The sheets were soaked.

Debra kissed Brian one more time and looked more closely at his naked body. His nickel-sized aureoles were slightly puffy, red-brown with prominent nipples. He looked almost like a preteen girl about to enter puberty. His penis, so hard for so long and almost angry looking the day before was now finally soft, a beautiful two-inch thin tube of adolescent boy-flesh with a half-inch or so foreskin.

"Beautiful penis?" Debra pondered silently. "I'd never thought of a penis as beautiful. But here I'm looking at both of these children's boy parts and they are beautiful. So beautiful, just like the boys are."

"You two reek," she said aloud. "When you're done here, you both have to shower. And Danny, can you strip the bed of all the bed clothes and take them to the washer. It looks like you had a good time, but we have to clean up after ourselves, don't we?"

"Yes, Mama," Brian answered for them both. "Mama, you know what?"

"What sweety?"

"I kind of wish I could give Danny a baby. Not now of course. But sometime."