Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2015 09:31:31 -0500
From: hermitowl70@hushmail.com
Subject: Squirt and Skunky part 1

		  SQUIRT AND SKUNKY....2 BROTHERS part 1
			by hermitowl70@hushmail.com

m/b oral/anal/wet fun

       All characters are pure fiction,
the result of an overactive imagination and a long miserable winter.
No one was touched or harmed
during the creation of this story, though at least one pair of
underwear was marked for life. My sincerest thanks to Zachy and Tague
for inspirations. All comments
and replies will be carefully screened. Our heroes are 16 and 7 years
less.. Not your idea of fun? Run, flee, there's the door. On with the
show....
	           The aroma of breakfast and fresh coffee woke Brian out of
a sound sleep. Yawning and stretching his lanky teenage body under the
covers, he got a whiff of his
fur lined armpits. Sniffing deeply, his nose tingled with the scent of
his teenage sweat. No doubt a shower was in order, but for the moment
he snuggled in his own
cocoon of pitstink. Sliding his hand down his hairless chest, he
groped the rock hard throbber in his briefs. He tried to remember what
he had been dreaming; some-
thing about his little brother Taylor and a bunch of his fourth grade
friends playing their "Wimpy Kid" game, reenacting the famous
underpants scene while he caught
all their wrestling and giggling on his phone to post online later. As
if anyone could keep clothes on that kid, he was always wearing as
little as possible. Lifting the
covers, Brian looked down at himself and saw the red tip of his
pisshardon poking out of the waistband of his old briefs, his open pee
hole leaking a steady stream of
thick clear precum onto his smooth belly. "Shit!" he grunted as he
glanced at the alarm clock. No time to bust a sloppy load, even tho
his pecker and full teen balls were
aching to dump their spunk. Brian could feel that his bladder was
ready to overflow too; scrambling out of his sweaty sheets he stumbled
down the hall to the upstairs
bathroom. Yanking down the front of his briefs he aimed his thick meat
at the toilet as best as he could and tried to make his stream start.
            "Oh great, that little shit did it again" he thought as he
looked down and saw puddles of fresh pee on the seat and all over the
floor. Brian knew his little brother
had used the bathroom first and true to form, had missed the toilet
and had sprinkled his boy pee all over the place...again! No matter
how many times he had scolded
Taylor for his bad aim, the kid almost always managed to miss the mark
and piddle all over. Some of it had made the bowl; the water in the
toilet was tinted
yellow. He hadn't bothered to flush either...again! Taking a deep
breath, Brian grunted and pushed, finally feeling his piss start
flowing and as his cock slowly lost some
of its hardness and his stream blasted into the toilet bowl, sounding
like a waterfall and foaming up as he added his teen piss to his
little brother's boy pee.
         After what seemed like an hour, his  dark yellow gusher
slowed to a dribble. Shaking off the last drops, he saw them splatter
onto the seat. "Maybe that's how he
 gets everything wet" he thought to himself. Thinking about his cute
little brother going to the bathroom made a tingle ripple through his
cock and balls. Tucking his still
half-hard cock back into his damp underwear, he headed back to his
room and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Brian knew his mother would
complain if he showed up
in just his underwear like Axel Heck, so he pulled on an old tee shirt
just to make sure she wasn't going to bitch.
         He bounded down the stairs and entered the kitchen where his
mom was cooking and Taylor was sitting at the table eating a bowl of
mutli-colored cereal. "Taylor
peed on the floor again Mom!" he announced, grinning evilly at his
little brother. Taylor was wearing his favorite SkoobyDoo pajamas, and
his face turned bright red
when Brian told what he had done. "Morning Squirt!" Brian roughly
tousled his little brother's hair as he headed to the coffeemaker.
       "Then get a sponge and go clean it up," his mother scolded
while frying up some French toast.
       "Why me?! It's his pee! He ought to clean up after himself. We
ought to make him lick it up!" Brian winked at his brother as his
mother just shook her head, knowing
how disgusting her oldest son could be.
       "Just get it cleaned up , I won't have time since I'll be gone
all day. And don't forget you have to stay home and watch Taylor today
since there is no school." Brian
poured himself a cup of coffee and groaned aloud. "Oh, and there's a
great article about your wrestling match in the paper, you even got
your picture in there." She
handed him a plate of French toast and sausage then left the room.
Brian sat down across from his brother, grabbed the paper and searched
for the article.
       "It's on the front of the sports section" Taylor mumbled, his
mouth full of cereal. He started giggling and Brian scowled at him.
       "What's so funny Squirt?" Brian growled, giving his little
brother a playful kick under the table.
       "You'll see," Taylor grinned at him and kicked back. Brian
found the sports section and his eyes went wide, not believing what he
was seeing.
       "Oh no, you can see all my junk!" The picture that accompanied
the article was of Brian right after winning his match, the referee
holding up his arm in victory.
Brian's green singlet was skin tight, and the bulge of his crotch was
in plain view. Of course it wasn't a small picture either, it took up
almost a third of the page.
Not only was his upraised arm showing off all the sweaty black hairs
plastered to his armpit, but the shapes of everything between his legs
was clearly outlined.
        "I can even see both your balls" Taylor whispered, pointing to
the two round orbs separated and tucked up under the tubular shape of
Brian"s cock that was
pointing off to the left of his groin. Even the hairs on his legs were
visible, the picture was that clear. Brian gave his little brother
another swift kick but missed
and hit his foot on the leg of Taylor's chair.
        "Shit!" he yelped, then quickly clamped his hand over his
mouth. The boys knew their mom didn't allow swearing when she was
home, and the Swear Jar on the
kitchen counter was testimony to that. It cost anyone a quarter for
each bad word they said, unless it was the F-bomb; that would cost a
dollar. Brian stared
at himself in the paper. Sure he was proud that he had beat his
opponent, but didn't know a photographer was going to print a picture
that left nothing to the
imagination. Taylor's cute chipmunk-like face kept grinning and
giggling.
        "Good thing you didn't have a boner, no way you could hide
it!" Taylor's right hand had slid under the table into his lap and was
rubbing the front of his jammies.
        "Oh man Squirt, I almost did! While I was trying to pin that
guy he kept grinding his ass against me and I could feel my weiner
start to swell up. He had his pit
right in my face and I could feel myself gettin hard! Those darn
uniforms feel great when you wear 'em but they show off everything
even if you have shorts on
underneath." He continued to stare at himself then glanced over and
saw his that his little brother now had both his hands in his own lap.
"And quit playing with
your bingo!" That was special word they both used whenever they talked
about their boy tools.
         Taylor slowly brought his little hands back up onto the
table. "But I like making my bingo feel good!" He gave Brian the
pouty, adorable, 'I'm a bad little boy' look that
always drove Brian crazy. "Did that boy's pit smell as good as mine?"
         Brian could feel the front of his briefs and sweats starting
to push out. The embarassment of seeing his big boy parts displayed in
the newspaper had made his
donger go completely soft, but knowing that his little brother had
been touching himself and probably was sitting there with his little
cocklet sticking up out of the fly of his
jammies was giving him another instantaneous erection. Taylor had
caught Brian sniffing his own pits more than a few times, and Brian
would even nuzzle his
little brother's hairless little pit when they wrestled together.
"Naw, Squirt, your stinkies are always better." He winked at Taylor
and the little boy grinned with adoration
at his big teenage brother.
      The boys finished their breakfast and stood up. Taylor's big
brown eyes immeadiately focused on Brian's crotch and he could see the
obvious swelling pushing at
the front of his sweats. Brian was quick to notice that his little
brother's pajama bottoms were loose and hanging low on his hips, the
top of his smooth butt showing
a few inches of deep pink crack. Taylor turned and the front of his
jammies were indeed gaping open just enough that Brian could catch a
quick glimpse of the pink tip
of his kid brother's weenie poking through the open fly. Placing their
dishes on the counter, Brian suddenly reached down and hooked his
finger into Taylor's PJ's,
pulling them down with one swift yank.
        "Hey!" Taylor quickly bent over and pulled them back up, but
not before his big brother got a good look at his kid brother's naked
bottom. His little fanny was as
pink and smooth as it had been back in Taylor's diaper days, just
bigger and rounder than when he toddled around the house years before.
Brian squatted down next to
his brother. "Time to ride the horsey!" Taylor squealed with glee and
quickly climbed onto his big brother's big strong back and they
bounded off, Brian holding his
smooth little legs and his little arms wrapped around Brian's neck.
They trotted around the house, Taylor's little weiner rubbing against
Brian's back and the seat of his
jammies drooping down off his bare butt. Brian headed upstairs to his
room and, getting down on all fours, whinnied like a horse and tried
to buck off his little cowboy.
       "More horsey more!" Taylor squealed, smacking his little hand
against Brian's big boy ass. Brian reared up dumped his little
passenger onto his bed, then pounced on
him tickling his sides mercilessly. Pinning him down, Brian dug his
fingers into Taylor's litle sides making him squirm and laugh
uncontrollably. The more he kicked and
wiggled, the farther down Taylor's jammies slid, exposing his naked
hips and bottom, while his little hands tried to hold them up in front
covering his boy goodies. Brian
straddled over his helpless brother. Holding his little legs up, Brain
began rubbing the seat of his sweats all over Taylor's face and chest.
Taylor know what was coming,
it was a position he had been in many times before.  "NO NO NO
SKUNKY!!" he pleaded, but it was too late. He felt Brian squat down
hard on his face, grunt loud and deep
and blast his ass gas directly into Taylor's gasping mouth. His wet
stinky teen fart smothered his kid brother as he wiped his butt back
and forth, grinning as he made
Taylor sniff his poophole. Climbing off, he watched Taylor spit and
sputter, trying to get the turdstink out of his mouth and nose.
      "Haha, Big Skunk gotcha again Squirt!" Taylor tried to give his
brother a swift punch in the crotch but Brian was too quick for him
and pinned his arms down. "Now
what are the magic words?" Taylor kept squirming, trying to get away.
"I got another one up my chute for ya if you don't say it!" The 2 boys
stared into each others eyes,
and Taylor could hear the gas gurgling inside his brother's belly. In
a small little boy voice, Taylor whispered,
      "I'm your dirty wittle fartboy, Skunky". Then he stuck his thumb
into his own mouth and began to suck, nuzzling up into Brian's big
strong arms. Brian cuddled him close,
grunted again and released his second loud wet fart down into the
mattress. The stink floated up to both their noses and they giggled in
unison.
      "OK boys, I'm leaving now!" their mother called to them from
downstairs. "Get that bathroom cleaned up and stay out of trouble. And
there is leftover chili for lunch."
      "K Mom we're on it!" Brian yelled back to her. They heard the
front door slam shut grinned knowingly at each other. They had the
whole house to themselves for
fun the rest of the day.