Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2011 19:09:50 -0800
From: Under Jug <underjug@hotmail.com>
Subject: Squirt I Sat For and His Sleepover Bud - Part 1

Squirt I Sat For and His Sleepover Bud

Part 1

by Underjug

Code: B/b/b, oral, 1st, con



It was Friday night and that meant another session of holing myself up in
my room to jack off to gay porn. Not that I wasn't good-looking enough to
go out and party. The popular crowd at high school were always inviting me
to events, but I would always decline. I wasn't gay in an obvious way and I
didn't want anyone to find out my secret.

At 17 I looked mighty fine. For the last couple of years I'd been pumping
weights in the basement five nights a week. I had broad shoulders to begin
with, and with my new physique I could easily play varsity football. But I
declined offers to do that too.

No, it was home to eat dinner then work out then lock myself up in my room
for my nightly jackoff session. I only managed one orgasm per day, so on
Fridays especially I would spend most of the night edging myself to
whatever free gay porn I could dig up.

I especially loved finding dudes who looked like me. Six foot two, brown
shaggy hair and green eyes, ski jump nose, hairless chest and legs, thick
bush, eight plus inch dick with shaved low hangers. Regular guy next door
jocks. With a deep baritone voice like mine.

I especially loved watching the guy who looked like me being sucked
off. Not that I wouldn't enjoy putting a cock in my mouth, it's just that I
preferred the idea of being sucked since I was still technically a
virgin. If I found a hot scene in particular I'd put it in a continuous
loop, pretending I was getting one long suck session for hours.

On this particular night near the end of the school year, I was slouched in
my chair as usual with my towel open, stroking my meat. I heard my mother
call from downstairs. Usually my parents left me alone. So if they
interrupted my activities I knew well enough to throw on some clothes to
see what was up.

"Just a sec!" I shouted, waiting for my cock to go flaccid. I was already
getting blue balls from not coming.

When I arrived downstairs, there in the foyer was Mrs. Jackson from next
door door. My mom turned to me. "There's a bit of an emergency."

Mrs. Jackson was desperate. "Hi, Caleb. I'm really sorry to bother you, but
I have to work the late shift and my regular sitter bailed on me. I
wouldn't ask you, but I've got no one else to turn to. Would you mind
watching Tyler for me? His friend Mark is sleeping over. I'll make it worth
your while and pay you double. You won't even have to look after them for
long. They've both had a bath and are in their pajamas. Bedtime's in an
hour."

I hesitated. Sitting wasn't for me. I'd never done it my whole life. But
being a responsible and good natured dude, I couldn't decline.

"Never mind about paying me double, that's alright. I'll do it."

"Thank you, Caleb. You're a life saver."

A few minutes later I was next door, with Mrs. Johnson running out and
instructing the boys to be good and to do what Caleb tells you. Both
promised to go to bed on time.

I was then alone with two eight year olds. Trevor resembled me in a lot of
ways. Brown hair, blue-green eyes, ski jump nose. You could tell from his
pajamas he was totally in a Ben 10 phase. His friend Mark was different in
many ways. Black hair, brown eyes, lightly freckled face. From his pjs you
could tell he was into Transformers.

Both boys were on the skinny side and barely came up to my navel. Probably
because they weren't the active type. Which was fine since I was like them
when I was their age.

"How're you doing, squirt?" I asked. I got into the habit of calling him
that, mainly because I couldn't remember his name half the time. I'd shout
his nickname over the fence if I saw him in his yard, but it wasn't like I
paid him much attention.

"Good," said Tyler. He and his sleepover bud stood with shy, self-conscious
smiles. I could tell I cut an intimidating figure.

"And who's squirt's bud there?" I asked with a friendly smile.

"Um. I'm Mark." He said it like a timid question.

"Cool. So...you dudes gonna do your thing?"

Tyler asked, "You want me and Mark to play in my room?"

"You can play out here if you wanna, it's your house."

Both boys looked startled. "Really? Sarah usually sends us away 'cause we
make too much noise."

"Well," I said, "There's a new sheriff in town and I say you play here."

For the next hour both boys reveled in a game of cops and robbers. They
even roped me into chasing them. It was kinda fun, actually. I enjoyed
being a kid again. And they sure looked up to me, praising every little
thing I did. It seemed like I could do no wrong.

The hour passed by quickly and there were groans when I announced bedtime
but they didn't put up a fuss. I was glad we were finishing up. A few times
I was getting hard and I knew it was only because my cock needed relief.

The boys were sharing Tyler's small bed. I chuckled to myself at the
Transformers bedspread and Ben 10 poster on the wall. Kids sure can get
obsessive about their favorite shows.

After tucking the boys in, I returned downstairs and sank into a chair. I
decided to watch some tube until the boys fell asleep, then I'd take care
of business.

I channel surfed for something to watch, but pickings were slim. After
about 15 minutes I caught an ad for bubble gum showing shirtless hunks
playing beach volleyball. I couldn't contain my horniness any longer and
decided I had to whack off in the bathroom. I'd finish the deed with some
hand lotion over the sink.

I hadn't heard a peep from Tyler's room and assumed the boys were fast
asleep. So I crept up the stairs, careful not to wake them.

As I approached the bedroom door, the rustling of sheets caught my
attention. Curious, I paused at the crack in the door. I was convinced I'd
have to play drill sargeant and tell them to go to sleep.

But I couldn't quite make out what was happening. There was no sign of the
pair, only the vague outline of their bodies beneath the
bedspread. Probably playing some game like outdoor camping or burrowing
animals, I imagined. Then, why weren't they making any noise?

In the silence a soft but perceptible sound could be heard. I wasn't able
to determine what it was exactly. Slippery. That was the only word to
describe it. My first thought was to speak. But as I stood there, like a
statue, I changed my mind and decided to wait it out. What were those two
boys up to?

The slippery sound continued for another minute. Then it stopped and was
followed by a hushed exchange.

"He doesn't even know," the voice said with a giggle.

"Yeah. Let's do it some more?" said the other voice.

"Sure. 'Cept let's do it with no jammies on now."

"Kay."

I was perplexed. Do what without jammies on? My cock twitched
involuntarily. I chalked it up to my horniness earlier and not to this
eavesdropped conversation.

Their outlined bodies shuffled around beneath the bedspread. Then
eventually settled down. The slippery sound resumed. I couldn't be sure,
but it sounded to me like something naughty was happening. My cock twitched
again. My heart beat faster. What were these two friends doing? I had to
find out.

Slowly I placed my hand on the door and eased it open. I was thankful the
hinges were well oiled. The dim light from the downstairs kitchen spilled
onto the bed. The bedspread was thick enough that the boys took no
notice. The slippery sound continued uninterrupted.

I crept toward the bed and its wriggling bedspread. My breath held. My
footsteps muffled by the carpet. The anticipation was too insane for
words. I lingered at the bedside, savoring the muted slippery
sound. Wondering what it was.

My hand reached for the edge of the bedspread. I wanted to enjoy the moment
a little longer, but I grew afraid that the boys would quit whatever it was
they were doing before I had the chance to discover what it was. So I threw
the covers off.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Exposed for all the world to see were Tyler and
Mark sixty-nining in their pulled-down briefs.

Startled, they recoiled from one another and scrambled to hide their
moistened little hardons.  Tyler looked at me in stunned terror. Mark burst
into tears.

"I'm sorry, Caleb, I'm sorry," he wailed.

"We didn't mean it," Tyler managed to choke out.

The sight of these two hairless naked boys set me off. Their little cocks
were no more than two inches, thin as pencils, completely hairless and cut
like mine. My dick betrayed itself and instantly started to lengthen down
the leg of my jeans.

The boys pulled up their briefs. I sat on the bed and laid a hand on each
shoulder.

"Sh, sh, sh, it's okay, guys. Settle down."

Tyler assumed the worst. His lip trembled. "You're not gonna punish us, are
you?" he whimpered.

This produced another round of gulping sobs from Mark. "Please don't tell
my mom and da-a-a- a-a-d."

The sweet innocence of these boys broke my heart. My voice was as soft as
butter. "Sh, I won't say anything. I only want to know what you guys were
doing."

Both stared at me in utter despair, neither wanting to confess to this
totally bad behavior. My eight-and-a-half inches were now rock hard and
pressing painfully against my jeans. The boys took no notice, too absorbed
in their own misery. Their hands clamped tight over their shameful
privates.

"Mark?" I coaxed. But he only stared down at the bed. Tiny sobs escaping
from his lips.

"Tyler?" He seemed more keen to confess.

His cheeks turned red and his mouth stuttered. "We were...just
like...looking at each other's wieners."

Hearing those words made my cock start to leak. I could feel the warmth
oozing onto my leg.  "Hey, guys," I soothed, "nothing wrong with that. It's
no big deal."

Mark looked up in surprise, sniffling. This wasn't what he expected to
hear. The two friends exchanged glances. I managed to remain calm
throughout this entire exchange, but the air was so erotically charged that
I had to keep from shaking with excitement.

"Listen, me and my buds used to do it whenever we slept over. As a matter
of fact, we did it a lot."

This was an outright lie. I had tried to initiate a game of truth or dare
with a sleepover friend in the second grade, but my suggestions of getting
naked didn't interest him one bit and I never pushed it. Now I was seated
in front of two boys who were not only into shedding their clothes but also
going down on wieners, as Tyler called them.

I continued. "But me and my buds also did more than that. Same with you
guys, right? You did more than just look. I'm right about that?"

Both boys nodded in unison. It was the cutest sight ever.

"Don't worry, I know what it was that you did. I just need you to say it."

I really needed to hear them say it. I thought maybe my eyes were deceiving
me. My cock was leaking like a faucet. Seeping into my jeans. Forming a
stain.

Mark swallowed and tried to speak. "We were just..." He couldn't finish.

Tyler braved it. "...kinda sucking them too."

The sound of those words were too much to hear. I so badly needed to
release my poor stiff rod.

"Yeah?" I responded. "Cool. That's what we did too."

Again, the boys exchanged glances. Relieved not to be in trouble. Unable to
believe their dumb luck.

"C'mere, you guys," I said with outstretched arms. The naked boys crawled
over for a group hug.  Tyler held me tight. Mark sniffled into my
ear. Their tiny cocks pressed against my T-shirt. I noted with
disappointment that they had gone flaccid. But it felt awesome to press my
hands against these boys' naked backsides.

Tyler drew back. "So you're not mad at us, Caleb?"

I smiled. "No way, squirt. It's cool what you were doing. When me and my
friends sucked each other we didn't even wear underwear. We did it butt
naked."

My mouth seemed to be speaking for my cock.

Mark's eyes widened. "Really?"

I nodded, then said, "You need a kleenex. Don't move."

I hurried to the bathroom and found a box. Returning to the bedroom, I was
pleased to see they had taken the hint and stripped naked. Their little
briefs tossed on the floor.

As I pulled out tissues and held them out to Mark, I noted happily that
their hardons were returning. My own cock was tenting nastily against my
jean leg.