Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2015 23:12:09 +0000
From: dan freeman <puermalo@gmail.com>
Subject: Making Danny Spunk PART 3

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Making Danny Spunk

PART THREE

	"They're here!"

	It was Stevie's voice calling from upstairs.  He'd noticed the
arrival of some relations from his bedroom window as their car pulled up
and parked.  He scuttled down the stairs excitedly and ran to open the
front door.  He was excited because not only were his favourite uncle and
aunt arriving (and they always gave him some pocket money) but especially
because he'd be seeing his two cousins, Thomas and Timothy, again.  They
were identical twins and just past their 14th birthdays.

	Stevie opened the door to greet them as they walked up the path
towards the house.

	"Hi, Tom," he called to the boy on the right and, "Hi, Tim," to the
other.

	They laughed.  "Other way round," said one, "He's Tom and I'm Tim!"

	Stevie's parents had arrived at the door and there followed the
usual family niceties and greetings.

	"We'd better get straight off," said the twins' father eventually,
"Don't get up to mischief, boys.  We'll be back this evening and you can
always phone us if there's a problem."

	The four adults then made their way back down the path and into
Uncle John's car.  They were going to a family funeral, an aged great aunt,
and it seemed neither appropriate nor necessary for the boys to attend.  So
it had been decided that Tom and Tim would spend the day with Stevie and
Danny - - after all, they could be trusted, couldn't they?

	Stevie shut the front door and turned to the twins who were hanging
their jackets up in the hallway.

	"How's things?" inquired eleven-year-old Stevie.

	"Fine," Tim answered, "But where's Danny?"

	If truth be told, the twins rather preferred Stevie's older brother
as he was closer to them in age.  In their eyes, Stevie was still just a
little boy.

	"Oh, he's upstairs," Stevie said and then yelled, "Danny! Come here
you twat! Tim and Tom are here."

	Danny appeared on the landing and then swaggered down the stairs.

	"Wassup?" he said, putting on his coolest accent.

	The four boys went into the kitchen and found some cans of Coke
that Mrs McKenzie had left out for them.  There was small-talk for several
minutes, mostly about school and sport and their latest jokes.

	"So, what are we gonna do today?" asked Tom eventually.

	"My mate Reuben's coming round in a bit," said Stevie.

	"Yeah, his little bum-chum's coming to play!" teased Danny.

	At this point, it is necessary to say that Danny and Stevie had
already carefully planned what was going to happen.  Danny wanted to see if
his cousins were up for some sex games and Stevie was hoping to see Tom and
Tim making spunk like his older brother did.  Both boys had agreed that it
would be fun to get Reuben involved as well.

	"He's not my bum-chum, Danny!" complained Stevie, but it didn't
stop the twins from their laughter.

	As if on cue, the doorbell ping-ponged and Stevie ran to let Reuben
in.

	"Are they here yet?" Reuben whispered excitedly.

	"Yeah, come on," Stevie replied, "And remember what we planned,
okay?"

	Reuben nodded and the two youngsters joined the three teens who had
now moved into the lounge.  They sat around chatting for a while, sipping
their Coke, telling more jokes and recounting recent adventures.  After
several minutes, Danny looked across at Reuben and gave the prearranged
wink.

	"Let's have some fun," Reuben announced, "Any ideas?"

	"Dunno," Tom said, "can't we just sit around and do nothing?"

	"What about a game?" suggested Stevie, again following Danny's
plan, "Cards or something."

	"Boring!" was Tim's response.

	"Let's humour the kids," Danny said, "We'll play cards but we'll
make it more `interesting' shall we?"

	"Interesting? How can you make a card game interesting?" laughed
Tim.

	"We could bet for money," Tom offered.

	"How can we, you wanker!" said Tim scornfully, "We've got no cash
on us!"

	"Well, we could play for forfeits instead," proposed Danny.

	"How will that work, then?" Tim asked.

	"We all write down suggestions on a piece of paper.  Whoever loses
has to take a lucky dip and then do what it says on the paper."

	"That's gay!" mocked Tom.

	"I think it's a great idea," Stevie said.

	"Me too!" added Reuben.

	"It'll be a laugh, I suppose," said Tim, "And better than just
sitting about doing fuck-all!"

	Tom reluctantly agreed and, while Stevie went to find a deck of
cards, Danny ripped up some paper and handed out some pencils.  Tom and Tim
suspected nothing even though the paper and pencils were so conveniently to
hand! Then the five boys secretly wrote down their suggested forfeits,
sniggering as they did so and keeping them hidden from the others.  Danny's
plan was beginning to work and he knew that for this first part the forfeit
he had suggested, along with Stevie's and Reuben's, needed to be just a bit
of silly nonsense.

	"Fold them up and put them in this vase," Danny ordered, and the
five forfeits were quickly deposited in a vase that Danny had taken from a
shelf.

	They agreed to play Pontoon [the British version of 21] and the
first hand was lost by Stevie.  Danny handed the vase to his brother.

	"Go on, squirt, choose one!" he said.

	This rather amused Stevie.  After all, Danny was the squirter of
the two so if anyone should be called a squirt it should have been the
older boy!  He reached into the vase, selected a scrap of paper and then
read it aloud.

	"Act like you're a chicken for the next five minutes," he
announced.

	They all laughed as Stevie strutted around, clucking and shaking
his arms like wings.  Stevie even had to continue his `chicken routine' as
they continued with the next game.

	Tim lost this time and the forfeit was to drink the rest of his
Coke without stopping.  He did so easily and belched wildly as he slammed
the empty can back down.

	Three more games and forfeits followed, each one ridiculous and
highly amusing to the five youngsters.  Danny lost one, Tim lost again and
then Reuben - who's forfeit was to run into the garden and shout "wanker"
at the top of his (cute, unbroken) voice.

	Time to up the ante, thought Danny, and he glanced at Stevie and
Reuben to indicate that phase two should now begin.  The three forfeits
they wrote this time were far more provocative and overtly suggestive.  The
game recommenced.

	Stevie (who had only just finished his chicken impression) lost
again.  He read out the forfeit.

	"Stand on your head and fart!" he announced.  It was obviously one
of the twins' suggestions.

	Stevie did a rather feeble handstand against the wall and blew a
disgustingly wet raspberry much to the amusement of the others.

	Tom had had a clean sheet up to now but this time he lost the round
and so he had to choose the next forfeit.  It was the one that Reuben had
written.

	"I'm not doing that!" he complained and screwed up the piece of
paper.

	"You've got to," said Stevie, "Play fair!"

	His brother grabbed it from him and then read it out.

	"It says: Take off your trousers and run around the outside of the
house!"

	"No way," complained Tom.

	"Go on," Danny said, "It's no big deal." The others all agreed.

	Reluctantly, Tom accepted he would have to do the forfeit and the
others rolled about gigging as he removed his trainers and then his
trousers.  He was wearing a pair of striped briefs and Danny, Stevie and
Reuben used the opportunity to look at the promising bulge that was now on
view.  Tom now looked quite comical, especially as he'd decided to put his
trainers back on.  They all accompanied him to the front door and Danny
gave a countdown.

	"Three – Two – One – Go!"

With that, Tom dashed off across the front of the house and was quickly
around the corner.  The other boys hurried through the house just in time
to see the trouser-less boy scuttling past the back door.  A few seconds
later he was back inside the house.

	"There!" he stated, "I did it, you bastards! I bet none of you
would've done that."

	"I would," Stevie announced.

	"Me too!" added Reuben, and to prove the point both boys quickly
took off their trousers and repeated the dare just as Tom had done.

	After they had all stopped laughing they returned to the game.  Tom
reached over to retrieve his trousers.

	"I'm not putting mine back on," said Stevie.

	"Yeah, keep `em off!" Danny ordered.  So three of the boys were now
bare-legged in their underwear.

	Stevie lost the next round – he really was rather hopeless at
this game!  By chance, he took the same forfeit that he had himself written
and put into the vase.

	"It says: Go topless!" he revealed.

	He stood up and Danny started to sing The Stripper theme.  In
seconds, the boy was standing there in only a pair of tight briefs
decorated with Angry Birds motifs.  His little cock had stiffened a little
and was pushing the front forward.

	"Fuck! He's got a boner!" Tim exclaimed.

	Tom squirmed uncomfortably.  He was springing a boner too and
didn't want anyone else to notice.

	It was time for Danny to commence phase three of his scheme.  He
ensured that he lost the hand and then dipped his hand into the vase.  The
slip of paper was a silly suggestion that Tim had written but Danny ignored
that and pretended to read.

	"Everyone do what the last person did," he announced.

	The twins didn't have time to challenge it – despite the fact
that it didn't ring true – as Reuben was already pulling off his
clothes.  Even Danny was unbuckling his belt and shuffling out of his
jeans.

	"Come on, Tim," Stevie cajoled.

	"Yeah, don't be the odd-one-out," said his brother, who was
definitely getting aroused as he watched Danny stripping off.

	Reuben slumped onto the sofa next to Stevie.  His briefs hugged the
outline of his stiff little cocklet.  Tim had no option and began to strip
off grudgingly. Danny couldn't help but notice that Tim's tight briefs were
the same striped design as his twin, leaving him the only one of the boys
who was in boxers.  It wasn't long before the five boys were sitting there
in no more than their underwear.

	"So, what we gonna do now?" asked Reuben.

	Surprisingly, it was Tom who made the suggestion, "Let's keep on
playing but this time the loser has to remove his undies!"

	"Okay," said Danny, delighted at the way things were going his way
so easily, "But no-one chickens out, right?"

	"Yeah," Stevie added, "And once they're off you can't put `em back
on again!"

	The boys all agreed and Danny shuffled and dealt the next hand.

	Reuben lost.  He rose to his feet and pulled down his briefs in one
swift movement, kicking them to one side.  He was a picture of pubescent
perfection.  His 3 inch penis stood up proudly from the hairless V-shape of
his smooth crotch.  Two cherry-sized balls sat in their little sac beneath.

	"Nice little dick!" Tom commented, without even realising he'd said
it out aloud.  Danny noticed Tom adjusting himself again, trying to hide
the obvious bulge he now had.

	Reuben sat down again and Danny dealt the cards.  Tim lost the
hand.

	"Hmm, this'll be interesting," thought Danny.

	Tim had seemed rather resistant to the activity but now he was
content to go with the flow.  He stood up, turning his back on the others,
and removed his briefs.  Danny admired the fleshy bottom but the others
seemed more anxious to see what he had at the front.

	"Turn round," Stevie demanded.

	Tim faced them, his hands covering his groin.  A little flash of
teencock and pubes was all they could see.

	"I agreed to take my pants off," he said, "I didn't agree to show
you my dick!"

	"Spoilsport!" yelled Reuben.

	"Yeah! Let's get him!" Tom added and all the boys leapt upon Tim.

	He was easily pinned to the ground with Reuben sitting on top of
him. Stevie wrestled one arm and Tom the other, prising his hands slowly
apart.  Overpowered, Tim gave up and they got his arms to his sides.  The
wrestling stopped momentarily as the boys all looked at Tim's groin.  A
stiff four-incher sat nestled upon a neat triangular bush of curly pubes.
His plum-sized balls dangled within a hairless scrotum.

	"Now we know why you didn't wanna show us," said Stevie, "You're
embarrassed `cos you've got a stiff willy!"

	They all sat looking at Tim's erection briefly and then Danny began
the mock-wrestling by leaping on Tom.  "He's not the only one with a
boner!" he laughed.

	Attention turned towards Tom now and the other boys all jumped on
him.  He was easily vanquished and was soon lying on his back, pinned to
the floor by Danny who sat straddling his chest.  Stevie took hold of the
waistband on Tom's briefs and, despite the rather fake struggling, eased
them down.  Tom's cock bobbed upwards as it was freed.  It was a perfect
match for Tim's – a hard four inches with the same small patch of pubes
just above the base, balls dangling in a smooth scrotum – except he was
circumcised.

	"Wow!" said Reuben, "He's a roundhead!"

	Stevie laughed.  "Now I'll always be able to tell which twin is
which!" he chuckled.

	"I know," Danny said, "Let's wank him off!"

	Stevie and Reuben didn't need telling twice and they began to play
with the helpless 14-year-old's stiffie, holding the shaft in their young
fingers and masturbating it wildly.

	Tom struggled to free himself but Danny had him well and truly
pinned down.

	"Can you make spunk, Tom?" Stevie asked.

	"Fuck off, let me go!" Tom replied.

	"Go on, tell us," Stevie went on.  "Can you make spunk like Danny
can?"

	Tim chimed in, "How do you know that, then?" he demanded.

	"He showed us," Reuben answered, "And now we wanna see you making
spunk."

	Reuben and Stevie continued to masturbate him but they were not
being very delicate about it.  Finally, Tom said, "Okay, okay, I give in -
- but let me wank it myself."

	Danny climbed off Tom.  "They like it when I cum.  I vote we all
have a wank!"

	Stevie removed his Angry Birds briefs and threw them across the
room.  Then he sat on the carpet joining the naked Reuben, Tom and Tim in a
semi-circle facing Danny.

	"C'mon, Danny," said Stevie, "Get `em off!"

	Danny pulled his boxers down slowly and suggestively until the top
of his pubes were visible.  He slid them down further, pushing the rigid
erection downwards.  Then his cock sprang free and five magnificent inches
of teen stiffness bounced upwards.

	"That's huge," Tim commented.

	"Five inches," said Reuben, "We measured it!"

	"Six, actually," Danny bragged, pulling his boxers down and
stepping out of them.  He scratched his balls (an endearing teenage habit!)
and then sat on the floor with the others, legs out-stretched.

	Five naked boys, five hard rods, five jiggling hairless ball-bags!

	Danny began to masturbate, taking his member in his fist.  Tim's
method was to manipulate the tip using a single finger and thumb, working
the foreskin up and down the deep red mushroom head.  Tom used three
fingers and thumb held nearer the base.  Stevie used a finger and thumb on
his sweet two-and-a-half inches and Reuben did the same.  They all
concentrated on what was, literally, in hand but each boy stole frequent
glances at the progress of the others.

	Eventually, Tom said, "I'm nearly there. Have you got anything to
clean up the spunk?"

	"Oh, I have a much better idea," Danny replied, "Stevie loves spunk
so much that we're all gonna blow on his face!"

	"You gotta be kidding!" said Tim.

	"No, I like it," said Stevie, "Make your spunk go onto my face!"

	Stevie moved into the centre and lay flat on his back.  Danny knelt
behind his brother's head.

	"C'mon!" he said to the twins, "He loves it!"

	So Tom and Tim shuffled around until they were either side of
Stevie's head.  Meanwhile, Reuben had moved and was now sitting on Stevie's
thighs so that both younger boys' cocks were nestled together in this hand
and he was wanking them simultaneously.

	A few more moments of manipulating ensued and then Tom said, "Fuck,
it's here!"

	He directed his teencock at Stevie and squirted two pulses of
clear, boy fluid onto the eleven-year-old.  It landed on Stevie's nose and
trickled across one cheek.

	"Uhhh," Tim moaned, announcing his orgasm and moments later he
fired a little jet of hot boy nectar onto Stevie's face, coating the boy's
other cheek.

	Stevie was overwhelmed and his little body went rigid.  Reuben
could feel the little cock throb as he reached his dry cum summit.

	Danny was next to blow.  He suddenly slowed from the rapid stroking
he'd done until then, grasping his shaft tightly as if to force the juice
out, rising up slightly and arching his back.  Two large squirts of thicker
white cum ribboned out of the piss-slit and splattered across Stevie's
chest and face.  Smaller pulses added to the sticky mess, dripping into
Stevie's blond hair.

	"Fucking hell!" said Tom, Captivated by Danny's horny cumshot.

	Tom and Tim watched enthralled and weren't really aware of Reuben
who had also climaxed.  He interrupted them all.

	"Hey, look!" he exclaimed, "I made spunk!"

	Sure enough, a little pearldrop was trickling out of the tip of his
three-incher.

	Stevie managed to sit up, despite the copious amounts of boycum
that trailed across his sweet face, and looked at his best friend.

	"Cool, Rubes!" he declared and then he flicked his tongue out to
one side as a trickle of spunk dripped past his lips.


END