Date: Sat, 08 Oct 2005 10:58:13 -0500
From: Stan Hirt <citi_rat@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robb Brothers and Others

It started when I was a little kid.  My best friends, much to the chagrin of
my parents were the Robb brothers.  They were what was known as step-twins.
They were the same age, birthdays a few weeks apart, and were brought
together when their families merged.  I knew them from a very early age.
They were about the same size but had different facial features.  They had
to have looked a lot like the missing parent because there was no family
resemblance with either parent.

They were a wild pair.  I know their parents tried to raise them right but
the brothers always seemed to be getting into trouble, causing trouble, or
just letting trouble find them.  They loved to break things like windows in
houses being built, GI Joe action figures and Barbie Dolls, neighbors'
shrubs, and anything to do with school.  They weren't really evil, things
just presented themselves to being broken.  It seemed like anytime I was
with them and something got broken, I would get caught and blamed.  I
probably shouldn't have been hanging with them, but it was the secret little
nasty things we did that made them interesting playmates.

The way I remember things, there seemed to be a whole series of things that
occurred more like sports seasons.  They would continue year after year but
with a start and stop before starting up the next year or so.  Some were
governed by seasonal events but others seemed to fade only to be revisited
due to the changes in such things as their bodies, or just a change in
schools.

I was sent off to summer camp.  I did enjoy it but I think the intent of the
camp was to get some separation between me and the Robb brothers.  It was
the second night I was back from camp that we hooked up.  I was still
enthused about my adventures at camp and could have told them stories all
evening.  Instead they wanted to show me their latest bodily abuse
capability.  We went over to our usual hang, a little hide-away in our
alley.  A spot that was hidden from all eyes, created by a gap in the fence
and the back walls of storage sheds in adjoining backyards.  You had to know
where it was to ever find it.  It should have been covered in weeds but our
use of the spot kept any plant life from taking a foothold.   It was where
we shared our first beer, smoke our first cigarette, stared at the first
girl we ever saw naked, and enjoyed several other firsts through the years.

What they wanted to show me was a first for me.  As we got out of site,
listened for the presence of anybody in either yard, the Robb brothers
pulled out a turkey baster.  It was one of those plastic tubes, pointed at
one end and a rubber bulb on the other.  I figured it was just another thing
that they were going to stick up their butts, and eventually my butt.  I had
thought those orifices had been thoroughly explored several years back.  I'm
still not sure if we accounted for every superball that I held in my rectum
for a while.

What they wanted to show me involved the other side.  Matt Robb pulled down
the front of his shorts and shook his little cock.  I was grateful for the
look.  I had just come from camp and saw more naked boys then in any other
time in my life.  I knew cocks looked different and I was interested in
seeing all I could.  I was at that age, 12, that my body was changing and
there was such a variety of development in the boys at that age.  I was just
beginning to change myself.  I had just enough hair above my cock to show.
I was spending my time in bed while trying to fall asleep playing with that
hair.  I was being careful not to pull it out, there were just a few wispy
things, I couldn't afford to lose too many.

Ricky Robb had a Gatorade bottle filled with water and held it out for Matt.
  Matt stuck the turkey baster in the bottle and filled it full of water.
Then told me, "watch this."  He held the tip up to his cock, positioned the
tip right over the piss hole of his cock.  Then he squeezed the bulb.  Matt
doubled up, made a horrible face, and sounded like he was in pain.  Then a
laugh.  Ricky told him he had to take it, that he just had to get it started
and it would go.  Another attempt and when he squeezed the ball, most of the
water went right inside his dick.  I had no idea that was a two way
mechanism and I was amazed.  I was also getting a boner, but then it didn't
take much for me to get a boner back then.

I watched as Matt pissed it all back out.  I jumped as I heard a couple of
farts, dick farts, actual dick farts coming right out of his cock.  We all
laughed.  And Matt got another load of water and squirted it right back up
his cock.  I could tell it wasn't as painful or ticklish, as he described
it.  And then watched as he pissed again.  This time he let his hand splash
in the stream with the intent of letting me smell his hand.  He wanted to
show me that it didn't even smell like piss.  The piss ended once again with
a little fart.

I looked around and saw Ricky with his cock already out.  Both of their
cocks were still small.  Pink little things, no hair on either, at least not
enough to notice unless you got right on them.  Both of them were cut,
Matt's little cock looked normal to me while Ricky's was fatter and had a
smaller cock head.  The shaft and head didn't really look matched up.

Well, Ricky took a full baster-full.  He was almost convulsing as he tried
to stay still and still squeeze the bulb.  When he put the baster back in
the bottle, he stood there, doing all he could not to piss.  Then he had no
choice and he let it fly.  I bet he pissed for 10 minutes.  Then just one
little dick fart.

I was truly amazed at this new invention.  I asked a few questions.  Matt
let me see the underside of his cock as he squeezed the bulb, but just
enough to fill his piss tube but not go past the gate valve holding his piss
in.  I could feel my cock squeezing and moving around in my shorts.  I was
hoping for more show and I got it as Matt filled himself up again.  And
quickly after putting the baster down, Matt was pissing again.  I did like
seeing that my it was the dick farts that got all of our attention.

I asked them what would happen if they just squeezed air in there.  That was
more of a challenge as anything and both got a load of air.  They were
pinching their cockheads to keep the air from leaking out.  With air
squeezed into their bladders, they stood facing each other and let loose.  A
few rapid squirts of liquid and then the dick farts started.  With each
fart, their bodies twisted and convulsed.  I could tell this was good stuff,
by how much pain they were enjoying.

They stayed with their cocks out for several more minutes as we talked about
it.  They explained that there was a valve in there and all you had to do
was make enough water go through and that valve would open up.  I wondered
how much water you could pump into a cock.  It wasn't much more than one
baster full and they had tried more in previous experiments.  I was just
standing up to offer, without being asked, to try it when one of their cocks
farted again.

I did try it.  I had some good success.  At first it hurt like hell as it
was squeezed in.  It felt like they broke through something as they squeeze.
  Once it was open and the water was flowing in, it felt alright.  I did
bone up, about as hard and long as I ever had.  Matt and Ricky did tell me
that it was easier when it was hard like that.  I said "I know"  like I was
any kind of expert.  It did feel good to piss again.  I didn't have a single
dick fart.  And I tried it again.  And then we all squirted air in us.  The
dick farts just made me lose all control of my body.

For several minutes, we stood there, naked from the waist down.  A little
more liquid would come out.  It felt so much like I had to piss that I was
reluctant to pull on shorts again.  We finally got dressed again.  We
stashed the baster and bottle in holes under one of the storage buildings.
We left and as we walked away,  we laughed about how it felt and how it
tickled.  I know one of the last things I asked right before we parted for
the day was just how safe was that.

That was one answer that I really should not have trusted.  Several weeks
later, it hurt so much to piss that I actually went to my dad and told him
that I needed help.  It burned when I pissed, it always felt like I had to
piss, my piss was nasty colored and smelly, and I had a fever.  I did get to
the doctor, with my mother taking me.  I wouldn't say much to her as we
waited even as she asked questions.  I pissed into a jar, sat in the room in
my underwear waiting for the doc and really worried about my health.  I
honestly didn't even think about the water play with the Robb brothers being
the cause of the problem.

I was told that I had a bladder infection.  How it happen, he didn't know,
sometimes kids just get them.  He gave me a prescription, told me to stay
out of sports for a while and some other things.  One of the other things
was that he told me that I should continue to "masticate".  At least that is
what I heard.  I just figured it was important to chew my food up very well
so that when it came out, it could flow through my cock easier.  I knew
nothing about what he really meant.

The doc sent me home.  We picked up the prescription.  He wanted to check
with me in just a few days.  I felt some better over the next few days but
it still hurt to piss or sometimes to even bend over.  Then when I went
back, I was convinced this doc was related to the Robb brothers.  After
talking about how I felt, he told me that he was going to do something that
was going to be a little uncomfortable.  It really wouldn't hurt and I just
needed to relax.  He had already looked at my cock.  He rolled it around in
his fingers and looked down the hole, which was bright red.  He felt all
over my balls.  All that got me about half hard.  It was just a little more
than what I got in sports physicals.

It was when he told me to pull my underwear off, all the way off, and roll
over that I got a little concerned.  He had me get on my knees and
positioned me just so.  I could feel the cool air hit my hole.  All I could
really think about was the noise out in the hall.  I was so sure that a
nurse would open up the door and expose me in this position to all the
people in the office.  Then I felt his hand on my butt cheek and that is
when he told me to relax.  I tried but I had no idea that he intended to
push that greasy finger into my hole.  I swear it pushed all the air out of
my lungs.

I was making a few noises and moaning, he kept reminding me to relax.  It
had been a few years since the playing around with the Robb brothers that I
had anything going in that direction up that orifice.  I don't remember it
ever feeling that intense.  The Robb brothers' fingers were not nearly that
big either.  I really wanted to turn around and see what this doc's fingers
looked like.    I didn't know what he was looking for but I was praying that
he would find it quick.

That was when he hit something.  I yelled, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"  I was sure I
was going to piss all over.  I swear he could have lifted me to the ceiling
with just a finger.  As he was making all those doctor sounds, "Hmm, yep,
uhn-uh, oh, okay, okay, okay",  I was still trying to warn him to stop.  I
was looking between my legs and I had a long string of clear fluid from my
cock to the table and the little puddle on the table was growing.

When he pulled his finger out, I really expected to hear a pop. I collapsed
on to the table and tried to catch my breath.  He told me that I was done
and could clean up, placing a mound of tissues by my head.  He removed his
glove and washed his hands.  When I started moving again, I started wiping
all the goo from my crack.  I kept wiping and wiping and what ever it was,
he used a whole can of it.  He stood there watching me and waiting for me to
finish.  I stood up, the line of fluid from my cock to the table was still
there.  I had one leg in my underwear when all of a sudden I had to shit.
There wasn't time to ask, I was either going to mess the office or make a
dash across the hall to the toilet.  I didn't care who saw me, I held my
underwear up with one hand, and my cock and balls in the other.  I barely
made it to the seat.

When I came back, the doc was smiling and asking if I felt better.  I did
but I also felt like I was still pissing.  The doc then started educating
me.  He showed me a little model of a prostate.  It had a cock and bladder
cut in half, one ball, and the tubes that connected it all together.  I was
excited about seeing the plastic model and trying to concentrate on what he
was saying.  I asked him if that prostate was in my hole.  I had no idea I
had one of those.  All my classes told me about livers, lungs, hearts, and
such, and even things like pituitary glands, but nothing like a prostate.

Then he had me feel some little lumps.  The first one was all soft and jelly
like. One had little rocks in it. And one was hard as a rock, which is
supposedly how mine was feeling right then.  It felt like a little
superball.  I was just about to tell him that it was probably that superball
that we lost up there about 4 years before.  I waited until he explained
about the infection in there and all sorts of things about how my plumbing
was supposed to work.

Then he asked if I was still "masticating".  I looked at him and tried to
think how chewing had anything to do with a lump in my butthole.  He
realized I didn't understand, so he asked if I was jacking off? Jerking off?
And a couple of other terms, the words I recognized, the meaning I didn't.
I got a little sex ed lecture right then.  I was having a hard time
concentrating, I was on sensory overload.  My hole felt like I still had a
finger in there, my cock felt like I was still pissing, my fingers were
rubbing on those prostate lumps, my mind was reeling.

I heard all about sperm, seminal fluid, prostates, testicles, penises,
cowpers glands, ejaculate, erections or boners, ahhh, I knew about those.  I
had one of those pushing out the front of my underwear.  The doc told me
that is was important to keep masturbating, noting about chewing, to clear
the infection from my prostate.  I told him flat out that I had no idea what
he was talking about.  After he explained the mechanics, I said, "Really,
cool!"  But I was still a little in the dark.

The doc smiled at me and told me that he would do something that he normally
doesn't do.  He got up, locked the door to the room.  Why didn't he do that
while I had my butt in the air?   The pushed his chair against the wall, got
a piss sample jar and sat down.  He told me to pull off my underwear and
come over to him.  I held onto my boner, not really embarrassed but it was
just where my hands went when ever my cock was available.  He had me lean
against him.  I remember how warm he felt and how good he smelled.  He told
me to relax, that worried me, I was sure I was going to get another
surprise, something else jammed up my hole.

He played with my cock, it was absolutely hard already.  I smeared a lot
more of that goo on my cock.  I was probably between 4 and 5 inches, cut,
thin with a nice pink head and smooth shaft.  I had about a dozen wispy
little pubic hairs and my balls had really been hanging low since the end of
school.  The doc wrapped one arm around me and one hand around my cock.
Then started stroking.  He was talking to me, I could hear.  I got thinking
this was something that I really needed to show the Robb brothers!  And I
would, plus the results that could be achieved by this action.

I went from the enjoyment of the feel of warm fingers on my cock to the good
feeling flowing over my body, and to the impending build up of fluids.  It
was a feeling I never had before.  I felt like I was going to piss, I
thought about saving something but when the doc took his hand off my cock
and cupped my balls and told me that I was nearing "organism", I figured he
knew what he was talking about.  I did try to hold it but then just
couldn't.  My toes curled, my ears quit hearing, I forgot how to breath, I
tensed up from head to toe, and then I felt the huge explosion. I felt my
cock in the plastic jar.  And wave after wave went through me.  I looked and
saw my very first cum squirt into the jar.  At first nice clear and white
and then red and green mix.

The doc had to hold me up.  He moved his hand slowly over my cock and balls.
  He rubbed my stomach and legs.  I was sure that I had never felt that good
in my life.  I was relaxed, but I did jump as he milked the last of the cum
from my cock.  I also felt a huge relief from my prostate.  My balls weren't
hurting, it didn't feel like I had to piss, but I felt better than normal.

The doc was telling me that he normally doesn't do things like that but he
figured I needed a little help getting started.  He told me that I needed to
keep taking the pills but also that I should be masturbating 1, 2, or even 3
times a day.  I smiled when I asked him, "Like that?"

On the way home, I was very quiet.  My mom didn't have a lot of questions as
she had already talked to the doc for a while.  I got thinking how I was
going to keep masturbating.  Would I have to ask my dad to help me?  Could I
teach the Robb brothers how to do it?  I figured I had one other friend who
could help me out, he was younger but I knew he would do it.  He would do
just about anything I told him to do.  I wanted to get home, get in the
bathroom and take a good long look at my cock and balls.  I had no idea they
could give me that much enjoyment.

I was home about an hour, I had my lunch and my mom had gone to the store.
It gave me a chance to do some more exploring.  Sure enough, my cock was all
boned up and waiting for me.  I did a little stroking and thought that just
maybe I could do this "organism" thing all by myself.  It didn't take long
at all before I got it to work.  I forgot about the plastic cup to catch it,
and made a mess on my room's carpet.  I was really going to tell the Robb
brothers about this.  And I was going to tell the doc about how I could make
myself do it, I didn't need his or my dad's help.

I got very serious about draining the infection.  That night, I repeated the
process.  I had the cup, just didn't think about holding on to it as I
squirting.  I got better the next day, and the next, I just got very very
good at it.  And it was paying off, I was feeling so much better, and the
stuff in the cup was white and clear.  It also smelled a whole lot better.

After about a week, I was back at the doc's.  I was hard as soon as I got
into the car to ride over there.  My boner was just yelling at me as I sat
on the table in just underwear.  The doc snickered a little as he saw my
boner and started to examine it.  He was sure that the antibiotic was
working.  He could tell I was feeling much better.  Then he asked me if I
was masturbating and if it was all coming out alright.  I told him that I
really hadn't been masturbating, to me, it meant somebody else stroking me.
It wasn't masturbating if I was just doing it to myself.  He asked me why I
hadn't been doing it and I told him I couldn't get anyone to do it to me.

When he asked if I wanted a little help, I accepted immediately.  As he
locked the door, my underwear hit the floor.  I stood near the wall as he
moved the chair over.  The warmth of his body was so great.  I was shaking
in anticipation.  I heard the squirt of the goo.  I looked down as he
started smearing the goo around the shaft.  And then it happened.  There was
no holding back, my whole body was into it, I started shooting with nothing
more than a few swipes of a gooey finger.  I watched as 4 thin streams of
cum flew out of my cock.  I felt good, but also disappointed.   The doc
laughed and told me it was alright.  I didn't want to move, I was weak
anyway and needed a little help standing.  The doc kept me against him and
rocked a little.

I sat on his lap and I felt his boner.  I didn't recognize it at first as
his cock.  I was interested in the feeling that my moved my butt back and
forth on it to feel more of it.  And the doc started stroking me again.
Before too long, I felt it building again.  The doc could tell as well as I
could when I was going to shoot and this time he held the cup under my cock
at just the right time.

I got healthy from there on out.  I never did masturbate with my father, but
I took care of myself.  I did feel a little guilty about not telling the doc
about my discovery of being able to do it all by myself.

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When I started writing about this, I didn't think I was going to spend this
much time talking about my doctor appointments.  I was going to write more
about me and the Robb brothers.  I think I will send this one in as it is
and follow up with other stories later on.  I think I'm going to have to
tell about how I taught them how to masturbate.  I was a pretty good teacher
for awhile.  I had several students from the neighborhood.  The main thing
in my story was about that turkey baster and what it led to.  I'll keep
writing those, and the other things that went on in the neighborhood.  Oh,
and maybe about my visit with the doc just before I left him for an adult
doc.  IF I get feedback from people who liked it enough for me to keep
going.  I would love to know how you feel about the story, either way, good
or bad.  Citi_Rat@hotmail.com  is my email address.  Please send me your
thoughts, questions, comments, pics, stories of your own, and potential
encouragement of my continuation of stories.