Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 02:45:15 -0700
From: Under Jug <underjug@hotmail.com>
Subject: Squirt - Part 6

Part 6

by Underjug

Code: B/b/b, oral, con


It was early evening and I was naked except for my boxers. On each side of
me were the pair of eight-year-old friends in their tighty whities. We were
crouched on top of open-face sleeping bags. The three of us camping out in
my tent.

It'd been one week since the night I spent babysitting the squirt and his
sleepover bud. The night I discovered the two of them sixty-nining
underneath the covers of Tyler's bed. The night I got naked and let them
explore my equipment. The night I lost my virginity with a powerful load
sent down Tyler's throat.

What an awesome experience that was! Hot and scary. Innocent and
raunchy. Pleasurable and guilt inducing. Even though I was a buff, good
looking 17 year old, I'd never had any sexual experiences before the night
I messed around with those two boys. Sure, I'd had plenty of jackoff
sessions, but none had ever produced such a rock-hard dick and bucketfuls
of cum.

After I'd shot for the last time that night, showering Tyler with tender
kisses and giving Mark his first taste of semen, I collapsed on the bed and
gathered the boys up in my arms to cuddle together. It was so sweet and --
grudgingly I allowed myself to think the word -- romantic.

We shared a few more kisses. Then I instructed them to wash up. I made
doubly sure both boys brushed their teeth again. No way was Mrs. Jackson
going to smell musk on her son's breath. I remade the bed with the
laundered Transformers bedspread that had been a casualty of my cum
spurting splashback. The little dudes put their undies back on reluctantly
and smooched all around my cock before I slipped on my boxers. I tucked the
boys in and watched them drift off to sleep.

I finished getting dressed and headed downstairs to the living room couch
to stretch out. My cockhead was tender but satisfied. It'd never had so
much attention paid to it. Well, at least by someone who wasn't me. Gotta
say it was a little tense when Mrs. Jackson returned home and asked how
everything went. I tried to say "fine" in the most cazh way possible, but
truthfully I was a bundle of nerves.

When I returned home and crawled into bed I still couldn't believe what had
happened. I was supposed to be babysitting two kids and instead they had
spent the night between my legs sucking me off. My dick seemed to be
everything to Tyler and Mark to the point of worship. It occurred to me
that's probably what they meant by cock worship. I tried to imagine what it
must've been like for them to cram the thick head into their tiny mouths,
how everything about me was oversized, right down to the geyser of cum that
had blasted ferociously against their throats. They'd swallowed it all,
happily and without question. And I'd had my own first taste of cock, each
hairless and two inches long and only capable of producing dry orgasms.

But mostly it was them going down on me. Both boys couldn't manage any of
the shaft. I really didn't want them to, as I got off on their mouths
struggling to keep just the head in. I imagined as Mrs. Jackson marked
Tyler's growth with pencil marks on the wall, I'd be measuring his growth
with the amount of cock he could take. I'd wondered at what age he'd be
able to deep throat all eight-and-a-half inches -- 15 years old? 16? Or as
old as I was -- 17? What if he could never do it, that be hot too, actually
really hot. Seeing his lips make it down to my pubes but never reaching the
base. I couldn't think of a more beautiful sight.

What we'd done seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Feeding two
hungry boys with man milk. My body had been electrified by the experience,
my head buzzing, my toes tingling, my cock and balls spent. I went over
again in my mind those awesome moments when my cum had been released: On
the headboard of Tyler's bed, in Tyler's mouth as he crouched before me, in
Tyler's mouth again with his head propped up on a pillow and my legs
straddling his chest, and finally in Mark's mouth with me on all fours
kissing Tyler. My cock stirred at the mental images but I knew better than
to touch my raw and sensitive organ. Anyway, it didn't seem right to jerk
off when I'd just had the real thing. I lay back and folded my arms behind
my head. So this was what sex was like. I could now officially say I'd
gotten laid. Virgin no more! I had a permanent grin plastered across my
face. Life at that moment felt so good. Lying there in my bed drifting off
to sleep, I prayed there wouldn't be any problems.

As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about. My mom reiterated the
glowing reports about me from Tyler and Mark which Mrs. Jackson had relayed
to her. I'd hoped the boys wouldn't make a big deal about me babysitting
them, but admittedly my ego was stroked knowing they still thought the
world of me even after I had them satisfy my teen lust. We couldn't just
hang out after that night, else it would've looked weird. It was important
everything seem normal, and I couldn't trust us to act casual around one
another. One morning Tyler rang the doorbell while my parents were out but
I didn't answer.

I so wanted to take them away somewhere private and thought the perfect
plan would be a camping trip the following weekend. Just on my own, at
least that's what I told my parents in front of Mrs. Jackson. Of course I
knew she would tell Tyler. And I suspected Tyler would beg for him and Mark
to come with me. Tyler's parents insisted I probably had friends I was
going with, but I made a point of telling them that wasn't the case and if
the boys wanted to join me they could. And that was that.

You'd never seen two excited little dudes in all your life when I loaded
the car after school on Friday. They grabbed one another and jumped
around. The parents thought it was cute. Mrs.  Jackson had tried to help
out with the organizing but I had everything all mapped out. I'd gone solo
camping plenty of times and my mom said it was nice for me to have some
company. I placed my two large-scale hands on the boys' heads and asked if
they were ready. Their answer was to jump up and down with glee.

It'd been a casual and relaxing drive up to the site. I knew of a remote
area away from the public campgrounds where we wouldn't be bothered. Tyler
rode shotgun on the way up, with Mark promised the seat on our return
trip. I didn't do anything with them while driving. Somehow it would've
been wrong. I didn't get off on perving. No, what we were doing was more
like a sacred ritual of manhood. That's what got me excited. Sharing
something only boys could share. It was loving not lecherous. We talked
about everything to do with camping, that's all.

The only time it got weird was when Mark made a play for my crotch when I
was pitching the tent. I shook my head, which Tyler also witnessed. I said,
"Only in the tent." And I never had to repeat it, they understood
instantly. Even though we were in the backwoods, I couldn't be sure who
might pass by at any given moment. I couldn't risk putting the boys in
danger.

But once I fixed them dinner and cleaned up, we retired early to the
tent. My heart was thudding with anticipation. My cock was already rock
hard and leaking. Tyler and Mark shared eager looks between them. In
unison, they insisted I carry them, so I picked up a boy in each arm and
brought them into the tent. Tyler oohed and Mark aahed at my strength.

I set them gently on the open sleeping bags and zipped up the tent. We were
safe in our little hideaway. For a moment they got shy. Both sitting there
hesitant. So I broke the ice by peeling off my T-shirt and socks, crouching
there in my jeans. They copied me, both grinning. I unzipped my jeans then
shuck them. They did the same with their cargo shorts. In the corner was
our growing pile of clothes.

"Maaaaaaaaarrrk," Tyler said in sing song, "it's already sticking out." He
pointed at my banana hammock.

"Yeah, and there's a spot that's all mooshy wet," Mark added.

"Ours don't get mooshy wet 'cause ours are more littler," Tyler said.

"But ours are sticking out like yours, Caleb. Stick, stick, stick," Mark
boasted as both boys thrust their groins out to display the pellet-sized
tents in their briefs.

"I stored up lots of cum for you dudes," I grinned.

Mark cocked his head innocently. "What's that? What's cum?"

"The white chocolate sauce," Tyler sighed in mock exasperation.

"Ooooohh, yeah, I forgot that's what it's called. Goody goody!"

"Mmm, we can't wait."

"Me first, me first," Mark insisted.

"No, I gotta do something to both of you first," I said.

"What's that?" Tyler asked.

"What's that?" Mark parroted him.

I smiled. "We gotta get naked first."

They whipped off their briefs, both sporting little hardons. I did the same
and kneeled before them. The size of my cock received the usual ridiculous
praise.

"You little dudes realize what we're doing is special. It's like our own
secret little club."

"Yeah."

"And Caleb's our leader."

"That's right," I said. "So before we start I need to mark my little
dudes. To show we belong together."

Mark totally misinterpreted what I was saying as he thought I was using his
name. "You gotta make us all Mark?"

I smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately. "No, homes, I mean mark like
in marking territory."

"How?"

"What're you gonna do, Caleb?"

"This," I said and positioned my slick cockhead near their faces. "A'ight,
close your mouths and let me perform this little ceremony first."

They nodded their heads attentively.

I decided to show Mark I wasn't playing favorites and started with him. My
cockhead connected with his cheek then traced around his whole face,
coating it with my precum. He crouched there, all silent and proud.

It was awesome spreading the sticky glaze all over the kid's face, like I
was painting him up for battle. In some weird way this ritual felt like a
wedding ceremony, my precum slathering his face like the exchange of
rings. In hindsight I realize it's a dumb comparison, but in the moment of
heightened lust and warm tenderness there was a strange logic to it. This
wasn't just about being sucked off, it was deeper than that.

Tyler fretted. "Save some for me."

I smiled. "Don't worry, squirt, there's plenty to go round."

Mark sighed, all contented. "Mm, you smell nice, Caleb. Like spices." He
was probably referring to the musk that secreted from my pubes and seeped
into my cock. I could smell it myself as it rose like fumes and assaulted
my nostrils.

I finished with Mark and transferred my cockhead to Tyler. He smiled in
relief. I did the same to Tyler and drew on his face with my slit as if it
was a leaky pen. The ritual with Tyler took longer, as there was less
precum to coat his whole face. But eventually the kid also sported a facial
mask.

I sat back on my haunches. "And now, squirt and squirt's friend, we belong
together."

Tyler and Mark exchanged smiles and studied one another. "Your face is all,
like, shiny."

"Yours is too. It's all, like, sparkle sparkle sparkle."

Tyler suddenly turned impatient. "Caleb? When do we get to drink your cum?"

Mark tried to sound like the voice of reason. "Only when he says so."

I cocked my head. "Don't you dudes want me to suck you?"

"Nuh-uh, only we get to do you."

"Yeah, 'cause ours don't make all that stuff."

"We looooooooove our Caleb's cum."

"Mm-mm, it's delicious."

This was all so sweet and so wrong.

"Okay, to make sure you dudes don't fight, you'll hafta share."

Tyler spoke like a gracious host. "You can suck first if you wanna, Mark."

"Nah, he marked my face first, so you can suck it."

Tyler smiled at his friend gratefully. It was obvious he wanted to go first
but he also knew it was important to be polite. A mischievous look crossed
his face.

"The tunnel!"

"The tunnel!" Mark echoed.

They pulled me down on all fours. I knew exactly what the boys were up to
as they lined up in front of me. Each crawled underneath the length of my
body, the hair on the tops of their heads brushing against my chest and
stomach.

"Duck," Mark giggled as he exited between my legs. He turned back to watch
my nutsack swing like a pendulum. "Binga-bonga-binga-bonga."

Tyler laughed freely and copied his friend, turning back to giggle at my
swaying nutsack. Each went through twice more while chanting "tunnel,
tunnel, tunnel."

My cock twitched and pulsed each time it connected with their bodies. The
teasing was downright glorious. But soon my cock ached to be sucked like an
udder needs milking.

I snapped my kneeling legs shut before Tyler could crawl through again. He
got the hint and opened wide as if he were at the dentist's. I savored the
moment before his lips made contact with the thick fat head. It was like a
mental snapshot of his sweetly innocent hunger and my powerful need to
seed.

For most, I know fucking is the ultimate. For me, it's the act of getting
blown. Don't get me wrong, both those boys had perfect moon-shaped
asses. Getting my cock into their little rosebuds would be the holy grail
if I were into it. But fucking seemed like a lot of wasted effort to get
your cum up there, only to have it sent back out again. Blowjobs were a
whole different ballgame.  Each time the boys swallowed my cum it got
absorbed into their bodies and became part of them.  The idea that a little
bit of me helped contribute to their growth was the ultimate pleasure. This
was totally reinforced by the fact the little dudes kept saying they wanted
to "grow up to be just like Caleb." It was like my cum might eventually be
in their DNA. How awesome would that be?

As my cockhead registered the sensation of Tyler's lips tightening around
it, I smiled at the thought that we had the whole weekend for blowjobs upon
blowjobs. I couldn't wait for Tyler to taste my semen again.