Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2011 14:17:06 -0800
From: Under Jug <underjug@hotmail.com>
Subject: Squirt - Part 2

Squirt I Sat For and His Sleepover Bud

Part 2

by Underjug

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



I sat down on the edge of the bed again. "You guys feel better?"

The pair nodded, Mark blowing his nose.

I laid a hand on each shoulder again. "This is just between us boys. I
won't tell anyone what you did if you don't mention me doing it with my
buds. Deal?"

In union they said, "Deal."

"What you guys were doing was pretty special, y'know. It's probably the
most special thing two friends can do to each other."

Mark was much more relaxed with me now as I collected his tissues and
tossed them in the wastebasket. "We been doing it for, like, a year."

"Two," Tyler corrected him.

"Oh, yeah. Well, almost two."

"Yeah, almost."

I was astounded. These boys had been blowing each other since they were
six? God, I felt like I could shoot a load right then and there.

But I maintained my cool. "Not all boys are into sucking wieners. I'm glad
you little dudes found each other to do it with. You can tell someone likes
doing it if his wiener gets hard, like yours are now. "

Tyler responded with a shy smile and glanced at my leg. "Yours is too,
Caleb."

I glanced casually at my tent. "What, hard? Guess it is." It so turned me
on that both kids were focused on my crotch. This totally was a magical
moment.

Mark looked at me with innocent curiosity. "Does that mean you still like
sucking wieners?"

The directness caught me off guard. Where this was going both scared and
excited me. "Well, you know...I'm a bigger boy and...it's kinda different
with me. Maybe I shouldn't be talking to you about all this."

Tyler placed a hand on my chest, his little knee resting against my
hand. "You can tell us."

"C'mon, please," Mark begged. "We won't say."

"Dudes, I know, but...I could get in trouble. A whole mess a trouble." I
really was starting to get nervous. We were reaching the point of no
return.

"Please, Caleb," Tyler whined. Mark chimed in: "Cross our hearts and hope
to die." In semi- unison they made crosses against their little chests. So
damn cute.

"Well, okay," I said. They smiled, stealing more glances at my crotch. I
took a deep breath to calm myself, I was getting so excited. "When bigger
dudes get hard it means they like to have it sucked on." My heart froze as
the words tumbled out, my mind racing at the implication.

They looked on, impressed. "Whoa," Tyler said. "Double whoa" came from
Mark. Then he blurted out, "Can we see it?" Tyler glanced at his friend
then nodded, "If that's okay with you?"

I was exhilarated, but cautious. "I dunno, you're just little dudes."

"We promised we'd never tell, didn't we, Mark." "We so won't, Caleb."

They stared with soulful eyes. I couldn't believe they were actually
pleading with me to show them my junk. I pretended to give the matter deep
thought, then I nodded. "Okay, if you really wanna see."

The boys cheered as if I told them they could stay up past their
bedtime. Which, come to think of it, was actually the case anyway.

"But before I do, I should tell you something." The pair listened
intently. "Bigger dudes, when we get hard, our wieners - well, our cocks,
actually, us bigger dudes call them cocks. When our cocks get hard, they
leak out caramel sauce." I had no idea why I called it that. I guess I
didn't want them to be grossed out by my steady stream of dripping precum.

"Cock," Tyler repeated.

"But you guys still call yours 'wieners', okay, squirt?" I said.

They nodded. The last thing I needed was for them to use that word in front
of their parents or the kids at school.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and peeled off my T-shirt.

"Awesome, Caleb, you got lotsa muscles," Tyler praised. "You're way super
strong," Mark added.

"That's from working out, squirt and squirt's bud," I said with a
smile. They chuckled, both half kneeling on the bed and watching with rapt
attention.

I yanked off my socks. "What big feet you have, Mr. Wolf," Tyler
chuckled. I wiggled my size 14 foot in front of their faces, delighting
them.

I unbuttoned my jeans and let them puddle to the floor. "What big legs you
have, Mr. Wolf," Mark giggled as he placed his small hands against my thigh
to measure them. My cock twitched at his touch.

Tyler pointed at my thick bulge arcing obscenely along the left hip of my
boxers. "And what a big - you know - you have, Mr. Wolf." The two of them
stifled their laughter, jostling one another.

I gripped the waistband of my boxers and the boys fell silent. Now it
really was the point of no return. I was about to expose my massive cock to
a pair of eight-year-old boys. I guess I was savoring the moment too long,
since Tyler piped up, "You're really gonna, aren'tcha, Caleb?"

I smiled in reassurance. Then I shucked my briefs, kicking them off one
ankle.

All eight-and-a-half inches of wrist-thick cobalt steel sprung out. A thick
tuft of brown bush around the base. And two robin egg-sized balls in a
low-hanging shaved sac. The boys stared, jaws hanging. Even I was surprised
at how much fuller the shaft had gotten. It was as if every ounce of blood
had been squeezed into it.

"That's the biggest wiener I ever seen," Mark whispered.

"His is called a 'cock,'" Tyler scolded.

"It's got hair on it," Mark said as he compared mine with their own smooth
little hardons. "Ours don't got hair."

"And lookit how big his walnuts are," Tyler pointed. I loved the fact they
were still naive enough not to use slang words, even though they must have
heard balls or nuts or nads in the schoolyard.

The boys glanced at their own tight ballsacs then at mine again. "And his -
like, lookit how way down they are."

It was as if the rest of me didn't exist, so focused were these boys on my
equipment. But I didn't care. This so turned me on that my precum kept
flowing. I had to grip and aim my cock upward so that none of the sticky
mess would drip onto the bed.

"Whoa, it's making tons a caramel sauce," Tyler said.

I just loved how they picked up on the term I gave my precum. Fortunately
the kleenex box was still on the nightstand. I pulled out a bunch of
tissues and dabbed the shaft clean. "That's cuz it really likes you dudes."

"Well, we like it," Tyler said.

"Yeah, totally we do."

"Any room on the bed for me?" I asked.

The boys nodded eagerly and shuffled to the side. I climbed onto the foot
of the bed and settled into a kneeling position, making the springs groan
under my 180 pounds. I felt oddly and erotically gargantuan.

The precum wouldn't stop flowing. I grabbed more tissues and laid them out
on the bedspread just below my cockhead. The last thing I wanted Tyler's
mom to find was dried cum stains on her son's Transformers bedspread.

Mark crawled up for a closer look. "Lookit, Tyler, it's dripping down like
in one long string...booooooiiiiinnnng."

Tyler shuffled up beside him, both boys on their hands and knees looking
up. "So cool. Ours don't do that."

"Well, not for a few years anyway. When you get to be bigger dudes," I
said, cupping my ballsac, "your nuts start making it."

The boys moved in, almost daring one another to see who could get
closer. "Check it out, Mark, look how curly the hair is."

"Oh, hey, yeah. It's all like loop de loop."

I ran my thick fingers through my pubes. "Hair grows here and in your
pits." I lifted an arm for them to see. "And some guys get hair on their
chest and legs. But mine are smooth like yours."

Tyler smiled at Mark. "Hey, he's same as us." They both seemed to like
that. Tyler wrapped his arms around my left leg, pressing his face into my
thigh. "Mmm, we like our Caleb."

Not to be outdone, Mark did the same to my right leg. "Mmm, we suuuuuure
do."

A warm glow seemed to be shared among the three of us. I rested a hand on
each head. "And I like squirt and squirt's bud." They looked up in smiling,
mock indignation.

I scratched absently at my pubes again. Tyler noticed. He reached
tentatively, looking up to me for permission. I acted dumb, knitting my
brow. He nodded at where I was scratching, with a boyish combination of
eagerness and innocence.

I nodded my assent as casually as I could, but the thought struck me. This
young kid wants to feel my crotch hair. My cock stiffened even more, if
that were possible.

Tyler reached up and I shuddered as he buried his little fingers deep into
the jungle of hair. I tried hard not to let on how awesome it felt. Mark
realized what was happening. "What're you doing?"

"He said I could," Tyler enthused.

Mark frowned, feeling left out. I smiled down at him and nodded my
permission. He grinned instantly and copied his friend.

"Isn't it neat?" Tyler gushed.

"I can't wait to grow up and get hair too," Mark said.

They delighted each other by repeating "fuzzy, fuzzy" while finger combing
my pubes. It was so awesome being touched "down there" by two eager eight
year olds.

Tyler was the more adventurous. He ventured toward the base of the
shaft. Then he looked up again - can I?

My smile was all the encouragement he needed. Mark was quick on the draw
and followed soon afterward. Their tiny fingers explored the length of my
pulsing, rigid shaft.

Tyler's voice was filled with wonder. "Oh-ho-ho, it's soooooooo huge."

"That is totally the most awesomest wiener I ever seen," Mark said.

The feel of their fingers caressing my rod was beyond hot. I had never been
so turned on in all my life. "Dudes, it feels so good when you do that."

"Hey, Mark, I need two hands to go all the way around. Do it with me." The
boys giggled as they placed a hand on each side of my shaft, their
fingertips unable to touch. More sounds of approval came from them.

"Look at how much caramel sauce is coming out now," Mark said. Even more
enthusiastic sounds of approval. The tissues beneath my cockhead were
drenched. Optimus Prime was in danger of being soiled.

Tyler blurted out, "Mark, we should..." He stopped short. They stared at
one another then threw tentative glances in my direction. We all knew what
he meant. But no one wanted to say it. Or make the first move.

It occurred to me they might feel less self-conscious if I weren't
watching. I fell forward onto all fours. "Don't worry, dudes, I won't
look. Go ahead and do whatever you want." I stared ahead at the Ben 10
poster on the wall. Praying they might not be too intimidated by the
monster between my legs.

Their little heads brushed against my stomach as they repositioned
themselves underneath me.  This was it. In a few seconds I would feel the
little mouths of two naked eight-year-old boys tasting my manhood. I
shivered. The anticipation was intense. So intense.

"He's making so much of it now," said a voice at my crotch. I hadn't
churned out so much precum before. My cock was so hard it was actually
painful. No jerkoff session had ever produced such excitement in me.

"You wanna go first?" said a voice.

"You can go," said the other.

Their voices were so similar, I couldn't tell who was who. I stared
intently at Ben 10. This was it.  My first blowjob. Double serviced. No,
that was crass. This was too special to think in those terms. I had too
much fondness for squirt and squirt's bud.

But I did allow myself to savor the idea of two hairless young boys who had
enjoyed one another's stiff little wieners, now moving on to explore an
oversized teen jock hardon.

And then it happened. I felt the first lick on my piss slit and was
gratified when I recognized Tyler's voice. "Mm, hey, it does taste like
caramel."

I shivered and moaned. There was no way my salty precum could possibly
taste like a sundae topping. But I felt gratified that he would convince
himself it did. I didn't realize how important it was to me that Tyler was
the first. It just seemed right somehow.

Another lick. "Cool, it totally does taste like it."

"Have as much as you want, little dudes, there's plenty for both of you." I
was in such a delirium I thought I might pass out.

I had to restrain myself from moaning too loud as my cockhead experienced
an assault of kittenish licks. Ben 10 and I locked eyes. We both couldn't
believe what was happening. Down below, in the depths of my loins, virgin
boy tongues were having their first taste of manhood.

I could hear the two pause momentarily to swallow before returning to their
task. That was so hot to listen to. I whispered breathlessly, "How're you
little dudes doing down there?"

"Good," they said in unison.

I couldn't stand not witnessing the sight of their hungry mouths on my
cock. I sat back up, still kneeling. They looked at me with big smiles as
they returned to work. Mark was busy underneath the cockhead. His tongue
kept hitting the sensitive spot. Tyler favored the piss slit and
glans. Greedily siphoning off the fresh batch.

I moaned deeply. I could barely speak. "You dudes like doing this?"

Smiling, they made sounds of agreement. Their little hardons as stiff as
mine.

Tyler wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "There, all nice and
clean."

"Just a little bit more," Mark said and he stole a lick at the piss slit.

I shuddered and moaned. This made the boys laugh.

Tyler said, "He does those noises whenever we lick it. Watch." He leaned
forward and lapped at the piss slit. I moaned involuntarily. They laughed.

"Dudes, you did an awesome job," I said while balling up the tissue and
tossing it in the wastebasket.

I placed a hand on each head. "That was more special than you'll ever
know." I didn't want to confess to them that my usual routine was jerking
off to internet porn. That I'd never actually done anything real before.

It was as if I was saving myself for this special moment. With two loving
boys who enjoyed exploring wieners.

"Can we do it some more?" Tyler pleaded.

That was totally hot. As if I'd tell them they couldn't.

"'Course. All night if you want. You can stay up as late as you want,
dudes." The boys cheered for their babysitting hero.

"Hey, Caleb, can we like...do what me and Mark were doing to ours?" Tyler
asked.

Oh my God, in his own kid-like way Tyler was asking if they could blow
me. This was a dream come true.

"Yeah, I wanna too," Mark said.

It was important to me that Tyler have the honor. "Sure, dudes, but since
it's Tyler's house he should go first."

Mark seemed to accept this without any complaint, but I wanted to keep him
occupied. "You got a special job you can do, Mark. Remember when I said my
nuts make the sauce?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it'll help out a lot if you lick my bag. My balls will start making
more sauce if you do that.  Think you can handle it?"

Mark nodded enthusiastically. I ruffled the hair on their heads. They
totally loved that. And I realized that I could remember their names
easily. I guess with the right motivation.

"'Kay, Tyler. You probably won't get much in your mouth but don't sweat
it. Just remember not to use your teeth."

Tyler jumped right in, trying to prove his skills. "We totally know. Both
us learned from each other 'bout that."

I smiled. "Awesome, dudes."

My cock was aching for attention. But I didn't want to rush it. I cupped
their heads again.

"I just want you guys to know how much I care about you for doing
this. This is the kind of stuff that makes us as close as blood
brothers. Sharing our wieners like this."

They beamed at me. I felt a twinge of guilt and a wave of lust. They were
so innocent, but they had also been blowing one another for a couple
years. And their little cocks were hard as a rock.

Mark dove down to my nutsac and started lapping away at it. Tyler eagerly
moved to my cockhead and opened his mouth. This seemed like a male rite of
passage. It was that profound to me as he parted his lips.

Eight-year-old kid and 17-year-old jock. Sharing something so intimate.

I could feel his warm breath against my junk.

And then he crammed the thick cockhead into his small mouth. I let out a
long and sustained moan.

This was the closest I had ever felt to anyone. Tyler and me connected by
my cock.

There was no way he could take any of the shaft, but I didn't care. In
fact, I loved the fact my dick was just too big for him. It turned me on
that the shaft would always be visible as a connecting bridge between
us. Big dude feeding little dude.

My moans intensified as I felt the first suck from Tyler's tender boy
mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh, Tyler," I whispered.

His tongue found my sensitive spot and concentrated on it. I studied the
two boys working diligently on my equipment. Naked Mark on nutsac
detail. Naked Tyler on suction.

My cock swelled even more. I couldn't believe it. I was actually letting
this eight-year-old boy taste my tool. It was too intense to comprehend.

I caressed the top of their heads and stroked their bare backs as they
licked and sucked. I wanted this night to last forever.

But Tyler was too good at his job. And I was already so horned out earlier
that I had almost creamed my jeans. The intensity took me to the edge
faster than I'd realized. I was in danger of ejaculating into Tyler's
mouth.

So I did the only thing I could. I pulled out. Growling hard.

The two boys were startled by my sudden and aggressive change in behavior.

Then they sat stunned as my cock fired thick rope after thick rope. Hot
white cum hurtled across the bed and hit the headboard with such force you
could hear the repeated splats.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I nearly fainted from the most intense orgasm of my life. And the volleys
wouldn't stop. Eight powerful blasts followed by four lesser shots. I'd
never produced so much jizz.

So much for all that worry and concern over the tissues and bedspread.

"What was that?!" Tyler gasped.

I could barely speak. It sounded to me like Tyler was freaked out. But when
I looked down, the boys weren't frightened at all. They were smiling in
admiration.

"His cock squirted white chocolate sauce!" Mark declared.

"Yeah! Like a fire hose!"

I chuckled and moaned. "Oh, dudes. Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, dudes."

Thank God I hadn't hit Ben10. But globs of jizz were oozing down the
headboard like runny egg.

"That was...the most special thing you could've ever done. Seriously."

Trevor and Mark exchanged glances, both fiercely proud of themselves.

"I sucked it out," said Tyler.

"I made it with my licks," said Mark.

I chuckled again, and then I saw thick lines of cum seeping into the
Autobots and Decepticons.

"God, dudes. Okay, let's get off the bed for a sec."

They leapt off while I stumbled around, my head still in a daze. I rolled
up the bedspread and did a quick job of mopping off the headboard.

Then I whipped on my boxers, kneeled down, and hugged the boys. "You guys
put your briefs back on and get yourselves a drink of soda. You deserve
it."

They hugged me back, their little hardons poking into my ribs.

"You're so awesome, Caleb," said Tyler.

"Way awesome," said Mark.

I could detect the clean musky scent of my cock on Tyler's breath. This was
hotter than hot.

"You too, dudes. I just gotta throw your bedspread in the wash. Get
yourselves some drinks."

The two friends found their underwear and put them on while I headed to the
laundry room to wash off the evidence.