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   Turner's Fifteen Minutes (b/toddler, inc, oral, necro)   
   by Todd Sayre (dream_writer_2001@yahoo.com)   
      
   ***   
      
   Little pervert Turner likes sex, any kind of sex. He'll   
   fuck anything with a body, animate or inanimate.   
      
   ***   
      
   I never thought it would ever happen to me, but it did.   
   Mom hooked up with her local pussy-of-the-month-club   
   (That's what I secretly called the local "Woman's   
   Club.") and they decided to have a cook-off.   
      
   I imagined that some of those trophy wives would concoct   
   some form of botulism that would turn everyone green.   
   You see, my mom and dad are a part of the yuppie class   
   where Mercedes, Lexus, BMW autos decorate their front   
   lawns and degrees from the elite Harvard, Yale and   
   Princeton class hug the walls of every home. If you   
   weren't part of that club-scene you weren't human.   
      
   Anyway, that's beside the point. What is to the point?   
   The chance to be alone with my baby brother Jason.   
      
   Mom had spent the better part of her day shopping for   
   the cook-off buying all sorts of crap that would keep   
   her busy-giving me time to have a little fun.   
      
   "You'll have to watch the baby," she told me. "If I   
   don't get this dish prepared the girls will just laugh   
   at me!"   
      
   Who gave a rat's ass? Mom is a brown-noser. She'll do   
   anything to gain favor of people that would stab her in   
   the back at first chance. But, like a fool, she follows   
   close behind.   
      
   My dad. What can I say about him? The prick is never   
   home. He lives his life in the courts, therefore, as   
   always, law is pure bullshit, so I won't bother you with   
   his story.   
      
   As for me, I'm Turner Boyd, son of Ruth and Harold Boyd.   
   I'm thirteen-years-old with a dick that lusts after   
   release and my lusts seems to grow more fierce by the   
   day and my only way to quell my unhealthy urges is to   
   sit on the john and yank my brains out. No matter how   
   bad things may get, whether I'm in school or at home,   
   once my dangling, hairless partner (for life) awakens,   
   it needs a massage.   
      
   It's fun to dream up scenarios where I get to do   
   anything I want: rape, beat and perhaps even murder the   
   victims in my mind; but always returning from the scene   
   of the crime with no real victims and no manhunts for   
   predators.   
      
   But now that mom was up to her eyeballs in all kinds of   
   food ingredients, I'd have my chance with my baby   
   brother... and I don't mean in my mind's eye.   
      
   Jason is about to turn one in a week, so his inability   
   to squeal on me makes him perfect, and what's more,   
   he'll never remember the good time he's gonna give me --   
   although it may only last just a few minutes. I figured   
   it was better to do my little brother than some small   
   boy or girl out on the streets. I'd been riding around   
   on my bicycle looking at all the helpless little kids in   
   my neighborhood and wondering what it would be like to   
   take one of them. But I always stopped myself at the   
   last minute.   
      
   In order to make her dish (God only know what it'll be),   
   mom needed black olives and when she went on her   
   shopping trip, she forgot them. "I'll be back in a short   
   bit," she had said.   
      
   Well, that should be plenty of time to have a little fun   
   with my baby brother, but not enough time to really let   
   myself go. I know, I know. You're probably thinking to   
   yourself, what the hell can you do in ten to fifteen   
   minutes without getting caught? I could try butt-fucking   
   Jason, but that would leave evidence of sperm and a   
   swollen rectum... or I could cock-feed him and make him   
   drink several squirts of my jizz. I'm sure Jason could   
   handle my spunk in his belly with no ill effect.   
      
   As mom backed her Lincoln sedan out of the drive, I   
   fingered my bulging crotch. Even though my dick is uncut   
   and small, it should be just perfect for Jason. The   
   extra foreskin on it would make for a tantalizing treat   
   in a baby's mouth. Babies love to suck anything that'll   
   fit between their lips and I think my brother just might   
   enjoy me inside him.   
      
   Quite frankly, I would enjoy the fact that he would have   
   some of my come in his belly. Once mom got home, she may   
   just smile at her baby son who has just swallowed her   
   eldest son's seed.   
      
   Once the Lincoln was out of sight I wasted no time.   
      
   Baby Jason lay quietly on the family room floor,   
   squirming and cooing happily. I pulled my shirt off and   
   unbuckled my belt, sliding my pants down to my knees,   
   letting my stiff penis jut out. My cock already knew   
   what I was going to do for it, so my little one-eyed   
   fellow was eagerly awaiting, throbbing excitedly to my   
   heartbeat.   
      
   I leaned over my brother, positioning my groin over his   
   head, then letting my cockhead touch the soft slippery   
   lips of a willing baby. The moment my foreskin made   
   contact with Jason's mouth, I shuddered in pleasant   
   surprise.   
      
   Jason took me into his small mouth and began sucking on   
   me like a bottle, but he only had an eighth of an inch   
   between his lips; that is until I started to apply a   
   little pressure. I inserted as much of myself as I   
   could-short of gagging or choking the little shit.   
      
   That little mouth of his tightened on me, and I could   
   feel a gentle, but soothing sucking coming from him. I   
   began to thrust ever so slightly, allowing my flesh to   
   just slip in and out fractionally until my lust grew.   
   Jason seemed to be a great sport. He never fussed about   
   having his big brother in his mouth, but once the   
   feeling of perverted hunger began to overwhelm me I   
   entered an altered stated where every sound or vision   
   ceased, only the sensations between my legs mattered.   
      
   Jason allowed the gentle rocking, but after a minute or   
   two of thrusting my dick down Jason's throat, I began to   
   feel the persistent need to rock in and out more   
   aggressively. And the more aggressive I became, the more   
   uncooperative Jason grew. I'm only glad the little   
   bastard didn't have teeth, otherwise I'd be a tad more   
   Jewish today.   
      
   Once I got a rhythm going, I didn't stop. I fucked   
   Jason's little mouth with such a sublime enthusiasm that   
   even Jason's cry failed to reach my ears. I was   
   breathing hard, gasping and moaning-my asscheeks   
   clenching uncontrollably -- toes flexing and beads of   
   sweat glistening in the diffuse sunlight entering from   
   the window. I was in heaven with every thrust.   
      
   I vaguely noticed that the force of my ramming hips was   
   slowly pushing the baby forward, causing me to lose   
   contact with Jason at times. Had I placed the little   
   turd's head against the base of the couch or some other   
   piece of furniture, Jason was apt to be bruised and the   
   top of his skull redefined by my persistence.   
      
   Every time he shifted forward, I followed. I simply kept   
   up with him as I continuously filled his mouth (which   
   was now emitting an angry shriek). The feeling was   
   glorious. My little brother had no choice but to   
   pleasure my loins. It was fun. It felt so right and so   
   good.   
      
   Jason cried as if I had just poured sulfuric acid over   
      
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