Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 08:37:41 -0500
From: hermitowl70@hushmail.com
Subject: Squirt and Skunky part 3
Squirt and Skunky
Part 3
by
hermitowl70@hushmail.com
m/b oral/anal/wet dirty fun
Again, this is pure fiction, no one
was so much as looked at while writing (ok
a few inspirational model pictures), though many synapses were
completely blown out and a pair of briefs
should now be condemned. When it's barely zero degrees, inhibitions
are tossed out into the yellow snowbank.
Not your cup of tea? Go get some coffee at another cybercafe. Thanks
again to Z and T I hope I've made
you proud. The derivation of our stars' nicknames is as follows.......
"OK Squirt, let's get cleaned up and then have lunch." Pulling a
long strip of toilet paper off the
roll, he wiped down his naked little brother, paying special attention
to his now shrivelled peener and
smooth little beanbag. Taylor giggled and squirmed as his brother's
big hands rubbed his
bucknaked body.
"I guess this is the only time we really use toilet paper isn't
it Bri?" He grinned impishly. Brian
winked and grinned back.
"Well, you better be using it when you maked poops or Mom will
bitch, she hates finding surprises
in our underwear. Every time I"d go to the bathroom when I was your
age, she would yell "Make sure
you wipe your bottom real good!" Even if I had friends visiting! Man
it was embarassing!"
"I try to wipe good Bri, but sometimes I still make brownies in
my undies. I can't help it!" Taylor whimpered,
hoping Brian wasn't disappointed with him.
"It's cool bro, I bet all boys leave skiddies in their shorts. I
know I still do, and sometimes on purpose!"
He finished cleaning up Taylor then took a sponge and started wiping
down the bathroom. "Hey, why
don't you go get us a couple drinks while I finish up in here, all
that peeing makes me thirsty!"
Taylor scampered off to the kitchen while Brian cleaned up all
the puddles the two them had made.
"Geez," he thought to himself, "That little guy pisses as much as I
do! I guess Squirt is the perfect name for him!"
Wiping down the wall and toilet, he got down on his hands and knees to
mop up all the boy piss that had
sprayed onto the floor. Taylor returned with 2 cans of soda, and found
his big brother on all fours with his
ass in the air, his heavy ball sac hanging between his thighs and his
buttcrack splayed open, displaying the
wet black hairs matted down in his trench. Brian's big boy nuts swung
back and forth as he scrubbed the floor around
the toilet, and Taylor could just see the wrinkles of his teen asshole
deep in the furry crease. Taylor stared and could
feel his kiddie cock start to chub up again at the sight of his big
brother's sweaty sticky pucker. Before Brian knew he
was even there, Taylor had his cute little nose pressed deep into his
rear end, sniffing Brian's tail like a little pup learning the
big doggie's scents, inhaling the ripe personal odors clinging to his
stinky rump.
"Hey! Whatcha doin' back there squirt?!" He could feel Taylor's
little tongue flick out and lap at his unwashed pucker,
and pushed back into his face, rubbing his butt up and down on
Taylor's face, marking him with his scents. Brian
groaned in pleasure, then pulled himself away. Taylor pouted, giving
Brian the sad puppydog look. "We better stop
for now bro before we make another big mess. Got that drink?" Taylor
handed him a soda.
"You got stinkbutt Bwi," he said softly, licking his lips while
his hand slid down to his crotch and started diddling his
erect peeper. "I like it lots when you get smelly!"
"And you know I like you all stinky too buddy." He stood up,
ruffled Taylor's hair, took a swig of soda, bleched loud, then
the two of them went back to his bedroom. "Hey I got a present for
you!" He pulled a plastic bag out from under his bed.
Taylor's big brown eyes went wide in anticipation. Now, we can put on
our old dirty undies, OR....." He reached into the bag pulling
out something white. "....we can break in a couple brand new pairs. I
got us some Tiger briefs that are just begging to be
messed up!" He held up 2 pairs, one size 8 and one size 16. Taylor
grabbed the boys' sized underpants and quickly slid them up
his smooth legs and over his round bottom and still erect cocklet.
"Fuckk, you look so hot in those bro," Brian whispered, rubbing the
hard tent Taylor was making in the pouch. Taylor humped into his
fingers as Brian tugged the seat of the briefs up into his buttcrack,
making sure the snow white fabric was wedged deep into his kid
brother's freshly bred greasy crease. Brian knew he had shot enough
semen into his baby brother that it wouldn't take long for his cum to
start leaking out of Taylor's puffy wet asslips and soaking directly
onto
the seat of the virgin underpants. "One good jizzfart should do the
trick," he thought to himself, and knowing that Taylor was a pro at
ripping as many loud wet stinkers as he made himself, it wouldn't take
long. Brian pulled on the size 16's and Taylor's little hands
adjusted his swelling cock inside the pouch. Instantly a wet stain
appeared where his leaking pisshole deposited a thick slug of precum
onto the soft white cloth.
"Aw gee Bri, look, you already got spots on 'em!" Taylor
continued to massage his brother's rapidly hardening pecker, and the
stain grew
even larger, the sticky clear juice bubbling out thru the fabric. "It
looks like you wet your pants real fast!"
"Oh you'll know it when I really pee my pants bro! C'mon let's
eat." He picked Taylor up and carried him to the kitchen, growling
like a tiger
with his little cub. He set Taylor down on the counter. "One pot of
atomic chili, coming up!"
Taylor continued rubbing his hard boycock through the front of
his undies as Bri heated up their meal and set the table. He could
feel the
juices that Brian had injected way up into his rectum start to drool
down his chute mixed with bubbles of gas, building up pressure inside
his small
slime filled ass. Squirming on the counter, he clenched himself shut
as tight as he could. "Gotta hold it in so I make his baby in me," he
thought to himself.
Brian could see he was getting fidgety. Sitting at the table, he
motioned to Taylor to jump down and sit in his lap. Obediently
cuddling up to his big
brother, Taylor could feel the rock hard mound of Brian's throbbing
cock under his bottom. He looked up at Brian with adoring eyes. "Tell
me again
how I got the name Squirt, Bwi." Rocking him in his arms, Brian felt
his cute little boy mouth latch onto his nip and begin to suckle. He
grinned, knowing
how much they both liked this story. In a hushed, soothing, secretive
voice he began.
"Well, it was several years ago when I was about......."
Even if you had been standing in the kitchen, you could have
barely heard the tale be told. Faces nearly touching, almost in a
whisper, Brian confessing to his
little brother how, eight years ago, he offered to help Mommy.
"Can I help you change Taytay today Mom?"
"OK, Brian, check if he is wet."
"How?"
"Slide you hand inside and feel around."
Brian did as he was instructed. His little hand pushing inside,
feeling, groping. Touching soft, smooth skin, a tiny nub, and very
wet. Soggy.
"Oh yeah Mom, he is soaked!"
"Take of his wet one and get a clean one."
Brian did as he was instructed. Unfastening. Carefully sliding
it off. Cleaning off little TayTay. Naked TayTay. Little legs kicking.
Spread apart. In full view.
Suddenly....
SPLASH.
SPRAY!
"AWWWWW! MOM! TAYTAY JUST PEED ALL OVER ME!"
Happy TayTay. Giggling. Gushing.
Sputtering, Brian backing away, wiping his face and mouth.
Tasting pee. TayTay pee. Saltysweet. Nasty. Intriguing.
"Stop it, Tay!" Watching the stream squirting from his baby
brother's peepee. Fascinated.
Mom laughing. "He always does that. I think he saves it up so he
can squirt like that."
"Squirt! Yeah, let's call him that from now on!"
The routine became a daily ritual.
The ritual became a game.
The game became excitment.
Hurry home from school to help Mommy.
Sliding his hand inside and feeling around.
Bald mound. Tiny nubbie, tiny nutbump, soaked and squishy.
Remove the dirty pullup.
Taytay grunts. There he goes. Brian holding Taytay"s tiny hose.
Spraying from head to toes. All over Brian's nose. The babypee flows.
Brian's boycock grows. Hard in his SkoobyDoo underpants.
Brian gets ideas.
A few days later, a few minutes alone together.
In the bathroom, their new playroom.
Little Taylor on a towel on the floor.
Little Brian stripping down. Two little naked brothers.
"C'mon Squirt, let it go!" he whispers. Touching between
Taytay's litle pink legs. "Go weewee on me!" Tickle tickle. Giggle
giggle.
Touching himself. His bladder so full. Saved it up all day. Just
for this nasty game.
TayTay gets that look on his face. Whimpers. The tinkle begins.
Just a trickle. Then the fountain. Up up up. Higher. Right into
Brian's face.
Brian straddles him. Takes aim. Whimpers. Grunts. Pushes. His
stream fires back. It's a long hot yellow gusher. Flowing fast and
hard.
Gotta hurry.
Brian relieving himself all over his baby brother.
Taytay giggles. Gurgles. Tasting big brother pee. On his cute
baby face.
Little peeners splashing all over each other. Rubbing little
dinkies together as they piss. Boy piss from hairless naughty little
kids.
Then a quick cleanup. Wipe wipe.
The first of many many wet playtimes.
Mom never knew.
SKUNKY
Christmas Eve, three years later. The local church.
The pageant unfolding, the congragation silent.
The family seated together, Taylor between Mommy and big
brother. Eleven year old Brian.
Brian with a case of the grumble guts. Too many Christmas
goodies.
Sweating and squirming in his Sunday suit.
Feeling the pressure building. Brownhouse gasses. An
accumulating cumulonimbus colon cloud. Thunder down under.
Inside his underpants (the new clean pair of holiday
go-to-church-and-be-a- good-boy Fruit of the Looms) his
pink pucker clamped tightly closed. Twitching. Spasming in and
out. Wrinkled lips pulsing.
"Maybe I can just let a little go", he thinks. Wait for the
music to start. A quick toot out of his chute. No one would know.
Maybe it won't smell too bad. Just a squeaker.
But no music. Minutes go by. Brian feels his rectum rumbling.
Anal control crumbling. Inner juices jumbling. Butt burps boiling.
Potential for soiling: high.
"Maybe if I went outside for a minute...." But the door was so
far away. Everyone would see. What if he couldn't hold it in.
Farting in church, gotta be some kind of wicked sin.
Now Mom tells him to sit still and stop fidgeting in the pew.
Pew, what a perfect name for his condition! Whoever thought up that
name?!
He almost laughed at his own joke, but that would loosen up his
hole and the gut gremlins would escape the ass-ylum. More funnies.
DON"T LAUGH.
"Please rise", the minister requested. Good, standing will help.
No, wait, it's worse! OK, relax, just blow a little bubble then pinch
off. Take a
deep breath......1......2.......3......
fffst!
Oh no.....
ffffffffffffff
ffffFFFFFFFF
SPSPSPSPSP
OOOOOTTTTT
Silence.
Time stops.
Face turning deep red.
The warm front spreads outward over everyone nearby.
Taylor looks up, his cute button nose all wrinkly.
"MOMMY, BWIAN MADE SKUNKY BUTT!"
Loud enough for all to hear.
Of course.
And on the drive home, sitting in silence except for Taylor's
chirpy little singsong chant.....
"Skunky skunky, Bwian made a skunky!"
Over and over.
Thanks Squirt. Just wait until later.