Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2016 05:44:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: david.lemmaire@tutanota.com
Subject: Little Big Will Pills

LITTLE BIG WILL PILLS (b/b, oral, anal)
by Lemmaire

Hi everybody! Wow! Talk about a long time between sequels! Sorry, Jimmy got
grounded for saying the "S" word in front of his mom, and I got a rash on
my balls from doing it to his little brother Scott behind a bush that
turned out to have poison ivy in it, so needless to say, we've been out of
action for a while. But yo-ho, here we are, ready for weenis and butt games
again. Woo Hoo! Everybody get your wieners out!

So anyway, in case you forgot us, my name's Tyler and my best friend's
Jimmy and we're both 11, and we do dick and butt stuff, and Jimmy's little
brother is Scott, and he's only 9, but we hump him up the butt too and he
likes it a LOT! There! Now you're all caught up!

So anyway, the next day after I humped Scott up the butt in my treehouse,
but before I humped him in the patch of poison ivy the next month, he came
back and hollered up at me from the bottom of my treehouse.

"Tyler! You up there?"

"NO!" I yelled, because I was three-fourths done with a really good
jack-off, and I only needed ten more pumps to cum on the picture I was
using for my pretend chick.

"Stop rubbing your thing!" he yelled. "I can hear you doing it from way
down here!"

Really? I thought, stopping right away. Was I doing it that loud? I have to
use way less spit, I think.

"Fine! Come up!" I yelled at him. Maybe he'd let me hump him up the butt
again. He wasn't a big fan of sucking dicks, but he sure was good about
taking one for the team. And by "one" I mean my penis. And by "team" I mean
his butt.

He climbed up the ladder and popped through my trapdoor and he was still
wearing the same exact Pokémon shirt and the same blue shorts he had on
yesterday, only now they were a little grimier. In fact, crap, it looked
like he'd been wearing the same shirt and shorts for 16 years, if you want
to be honest.

But you know. He's 9. That's how they dress.

"Pee-yoo," I told him. "Don't you ever change your clothes?"

"What?" he looked offended. "These are fine."

"Fine? I asked him, pointing to a stain. "What's that? Spaghetti sauce."

"Nah," he said. "Just a nose bleed."

I shrugged and held my picture out to him. Penthouse boob shot. One of my
classics.

"Ginormous tits," I told him. "Wanna suck my thing and let me juice in your
mouth while we look at her?"

"Nah," he said. "I got homework."

"I can go fast," I told him with quiet confidence. "Please? Just a quick
one up your butt before my boner goes down?"

I was only kidding him about that part. I'm 11. My boner never goes down.

"Nah," he said. "Listen, remember I told you about Steve Willy, that kid in
my class?"

"The one who steals the cigarettes with you?" I asked him, remembering his
name from yesterday.

"Yeah," he said. "The one with the really little thing."

"Ha!" I snorted. "Steve Willy with the willy widdle weenis!"

"Grow up, dink-nuts," he grumbled.

"Sorry. But that was a good one. What seems to be the problem, little
shaver. But make it quick. Your brother's due up here in five minutes and
we're gonna lick our buttholes and play cowboys."

He rolled his eyes. "You guys always play cowboys."

"Hey," I shrugged. "It's a classic. The classics never go out of style."

"Is that what the rope is for?"

"Yep," I said, nodding toward the coil of rope in the corner of the
treehouse I stole from out of our garage. "We're doing lassos today. I'm
gonna pretend I'm in the rodeo and I'm roping a steer. Only your brother's
gonna be the steer. A sexy lady one."

"Whatever," he said. "But back to Steve Willy..."

"Yes, yes," I waved impatiently. "Steve Willy with the willy widdle
weenis."

"Yeah. Well, I told him you and me and Jimmy can help him make it grow
bigger."

"Well, that much is true, but I've got a full schedule." I looked at the
rope.

"This is serious," Scott said. "He needs some confidence before he'll hump
my butt!"

"Tell him just rub it. It grows bigger right away!" Mine did, anyway.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I told him you'd give him big will pills
to make it grow bigger."

"Will pills?" I said. "What's a will pill?"

Now he lost me. Plus, I could see Jimmy coming up the street, home from
soccer practice, and I wanted Scott to clear out. Clear out or take your
pants down, that's the rule in my treehouse, baby.

"He calls his thing his will," Scott told me.

"You mean his willy," I corrected.

"No, his WILL," he repeated. "Willy's his name."

"So, wait. Let me get this straight. The kid's name is Steve Willy, but he
calls his weenis his will."

"Exactly," Scott said. "So he doesn't get it mixed up with his name."

I shrugged. "Whatever." 9-year-olds have told me worse.

"Anyway, I told him you guys were excellent penis doctors and you could
make his will grow bigger so he could finally hump me in the butt with it."

"Well," I said. "That's very flattering, but this seems like something you
ladies should work out on your own."

"Aw, come on," Scott whined. "You owe me one. I let you butt hump me
whenever you want. He's my friend, I want him to butt hump me too. But he
needs help staying inside me. He gets three or four pumps and it all goes
downhill."

I shrugged. "Those are the breaks."

"Plus he already read that story where we all played aliens and you guys
probed my butt. Remember that? I told him I peed for 96 seconds after you
did that to me. You really are an excellent weenis and butt doctor."

"You're welcome."

"Anyway," he told me, "I made up this little big will pill idea and I said
if he came over here after school tomorrow, you guys would give him some
little big will pills that'll make his will grow bigger."

"Where do we get will pills?" I scratched my head.

"Here," he said. "I stole my mom's Kit Kats out of her purse."

He reached in his shorts pocket and with a rattle-shake for victory,
produced a little plastic container of breath mints.

"Those are Tic-Tacs, dingle nuts," I told him. "Not Kit-Kats."

"Whatever," he said. "Anyway steal that medicine bottle your mom keeps her
crazy pills in, and fill it up with Kit-Kats, and when Steve Willy gets
here tomorrow, just tell him they're little big will pills, and I bet you
can do all sorts of things to his will and his butt. And when you're done,
he can hump me in mine. Everybody comes out a winner."

Well, he certainly had me there.

"Hey, you guys up there?" Jimmy yelled up from the bottom of the treehouse.

"Yep!" I yelled down. "Come on up. Scott was just leaving. I hope you got
your rump warmed up," I told him, grabbing the rope from the corner. "I'm
going steer riding."

"Mooooo!" he hollered up, and even Scott giggled.

"All right," I told Scott. "If Steve Willy wants a bigger will tomorrow,
we'll give him some little big will pills and pump him up the pucker hole
and send him on his way to hump the holy hole out of you."

"Good," Scott said, nodding.

"Now get out of my treehouse so I can rope your brother and squirt up his
butt."

Scott said thanks and hopped down the ladder while his brother climbed up.

"What was that all about?" Jimmy said, puzzled, looking at the Tic-Tacs.

"Aw, nothing," I told him as we both took our shirts and pants off. "Friend
of your brother's. We need to grow his dick bigger tomorrow."

Jimmy shrugged. "Oh, right. That little weird kid who calls it his will?
Steve what's-it?"

"Willy," I said, staring at him, duh. "Like you can really forget that
name."

"Yeah," he said. "Willy. Whatever. My brother's been trying to get humped
by him for ages.

I didn't know what "ages" meant in the life of two third-graders, but oh
well, boys will be boys.

"Yep," I said. "That's the one. We gotta make his dick bigger for Scott."

"Cute kid," he said, getting down on his hands and knees and spreading his
butt cheeks for me. "Cute kid, but odd. Okay, we'll make his dick
bigger. Now lasso your bull, big daddy."

I tied the rope around his waist and got ready to yank him back onto my
cock.

"Little big will pills," I told him, shaking the Tic-Tacs. "He thinks
they'll make his will grow bigger."

"Fine with me," Jimmy shrugged as he let out a moo and got ready to be
branded. "Where there's a will, there's a way. Now ride `em, cowboy!"

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Steve Willy was indeed a cute but odd one. Button nose, brown eyes, almost
a bowl cut, but super cute and nice-looking butt in tight shorts the same
color as Scott's grungy ones, the pair he hasn't taken off since I swear to
God, the year 2000.

Steve had come up in the treehouse with the three of us, and Scott was
chattering happily about the will-treatment appointment and how good it
would work on him, but now that Steve was up there and the trapdoor was
closed, he was shuffling his feet and looking sort of nervous.

"Scooter says you can fix my will," he grumbled, kicking at a floorboard.

"Scooter's what he calls me," Scott piped up.

"Right," I told Scott with a wave of my hand. "Got that part," I said,
annoyed. If Scott was gonna chatter all day, we were never gonna get this
kid's pants down.

"Let's take a peek at what we're working with, Stever," Jimmy
suggested. "Drop those drawers and let the doctors take a look."

Sighing and a little embarrassed, Steve pulled his pants down and stepped
out of them.

"The Underoos too, Scooby Doo," I suggested helpfully, because they were
indeed in need of prompt removal. "Can't see the pony when the barn door's
closed."

"My glasses," Jimmy crowed in his best nasally Velma. "I lost my glasses!"

Nervously, blushing, Steve pulled down his Scoobie undies and exposed his
little cocklet to the medical review board.

"Whew," Jimmy whistled. "That's a little one all right. You got to us just
in time, Steve."

"Yep," I said. "We're going to have to operate for sure. This one's gonna
be touch-and-go."

"Operate?" Steve gulped nervously, then he looked over at Scott with wide
eyes. "You didn't say anything about getting an operation!"

"Relax," Scott told him. "It's a good one, trust me."

I called over to Jimmy, "Nurse, hand me my bottle of little big will
pills!"

"Yes, doctor," he said, immediately handing me the Tic-Tacs we'd put inside
my mom's empty crazy pill bottle from the upstairs medicine cabinet.

I shook out two of the Tic-Tacs in my hand. "Can you swallow pills?" I
asked him.

"Maybe," he said. "Once I swallowed a Tylenol and throwed-up on my dad's
shoes."

"Well," I shrugged. "Let's try it again."

I handed him the two Tic-Tacs, said, "Nurse! Ten cc's of water," and Jimmy
handed me Scott's Dasani water bottle that looked like it had something
cloudy in it, cracker crumbs maybe, floating near the bottom.

But Steve was a trooper and he swallowed the two will pills and then stood
there expectantly, waiting for his wiener to grow longer.

"Same size still," he grumbled, annoyed at us all. "No different at
all. And your pills taste like Tic Tacs."

"Well, that's where the procedure comes in," I said with authority. "Nurse,
prep the patient for the procedure."

"Yes, doctor," Jimmy said. "Procedure in his will or procedure in his
butt?"

I looked up close at Steve's little will and pretended I was sizing it
up. "Both, I think," I said after pausing for suspense.

Steve looked nervous and Jimmy looked horny.

"The first part of this procedure is, we all have line up and give your
will a good suck taste," I told him. "To give it a good stretching. Some
suction and some flavor enhancers."

I had no idea what "flavor enhancers" meant, but I heard it on Food-TV and
it sounded official.

"Scott," I said. "You're up first."

Scott got down between his friend's little legs so fast I thought he was
going to scrape his knees on the treehouse floor.

"Oooh," Steve said. "Scooter! That tickles."

Scott sucked him good, but he didn't get a boner until Jimmy said "My
turn!"

"Have at him, nurse," I cheered my friend. "See if you can plump an extra
inch out of him."

Steve's penis, which hadn't budged at all while Scott sucked him, came to
life when Jimmy took a turn. But truth be told, Jimmy was better at it and
also rubbed Scott's butthole a little with a fingertip.

"Tastes good to me, doctor," Jimmy reported, coming back up for air. "A
little salty maybe, but a few more procedures should clear that right up."

"Good," I said. "Now stand back and let an expert take a lick."

I went down on that little boy's wiener like a dog eating table scraps.

"Wow," Scott said, impressed. "That's like Bowser when we feed him a hot
dog."

I bobbed up and down on Steve's tasty little prick for a minute or two, got
him good and hard, then decided to move on to phase two of the treatment.

"Now, this next part of the procedure," I told him with my best official
doctor voice, "might sting just a little, but it's entirely necessary."

He looked up, wide-eyed.

"I'm afraid we're all going to need to give you some very deep shots up
your butt with our wills."

"Hey!" he gulped. "That's a butt hump! My brother does those in me!"

"Oooh!" Jimmy said in glee. He was pre-warmed-up.

"Excellent," I told him. "Good man, your brother! Then you're well-informed
on how the procedure is done. I'll go first and then the rest of the
medical team will step in for seconds, run some x-rays and stitch you up."

"Okay," Steve shrugged, "you can go ahead and hump my butt, but I don't see
how this is gonna make my will grow."

"Our surgical instruments have been expertly prepared," I told him. "We've
been taking little big will pills for decades," I lied. This was a stretch
because we were only 11, and Scott's mom just switched to Tic-Tacs from
Certs two months ago.

But eager to hump him, I lined up behind him and got my thing wet with spit
and spreading his hole apart with my thumb and my forefinger, I stuck my
wiener in him in one good push.

"Ow," he yelled.

"I told you. Shots hurt."

He wiggled his butt a little and got used to the size. Oh man, he had a
good butthole for fucking. I think I only pumped into him about 25 times
when I already got my feeling, BAM! right up his butt! And I squirted my
juice right upside his butthole! "Hail Mary!" I hollered. "That's gonna
need the Last Rites"

I pulled out and wiped my cock spit on his cheeks.

"Nurse! Take over, stat!" I hollered, steading myself on the wall of the
treehouse. "If you don't continue the deep injections we may lose this
patient on the table!"

"He's not on a table," Scott said. "He's standing on the floor."

"Medical term," I told him. "Pipe down, intern!"

Scott piped down.

Jimmy came up behind Steve, grabbed his hips, globbed a big wad of spit on
his cock, and shoved it inside him in one big push like I did. Steve didn't
say "ow" that time. Just sort of wiggled his butt back and grinned.

"This is the first time I got two shots in my butt in a row," he
giggled. "Usually I just get the nasal mist."

Jimmy pumped into him 30 or 40 times, then BAM! got his shivers right up
Steve's tight little rump.

"Man, he's good in there," Jimmy said to me. "Nice and hot. Like Scott's
butt when he had a fever that night."

"Jerk," Scott mumbled. "I was delerious."

"But ohhh so warm inside," Jimmy giggled.

"Intern!" I hollered at Scott. "Get up in there, give him an injection."

"I can't make juice yet," Scott complained. "You know that."

"You sure?" I offered. "Stick it in him for a few seconds and pee a squirt
or something?"

"Nah," Scott said. "I'm good."

"Okay, then nurse, let's inspect the patient."

Jimmy pulled Steve's butt cheeks apart and we all got down and looked at
his hole. It was redder than before but still pretty tight. With a little
drop of juice in the circle. Mine or Jimmy's. We don't make much but when
we both hump a butthole right in a row, sometimes you can see a drop of
juice drip back out.

"Fine job, nurse," I said to Jimmy. "Now turn him around and let's see if
his will responded to the treatment."

Steve turned around and sure enough, his boner was poking straight out in
front of him.

"Excellent growth-rate," I told him. Steve looked down at his penis and
looked suspicious.

"I don't know," he said. "I think it's just a regular stiffy. I get these
kind five a day. I don't think it really got any longer."

"That's why we prescribe a two-week course of treatment in cases like
these," I told him.

"I gotta let you hump my butt two weeks in a row?" he said with his jaw
dropping open.

"And double treatments on Saturdays," I told him. "Sundays we're closed for
church."

"Whatever," he said, pulling on his undies and pants and shrugging his
shoulders at Scott before the two of them opened up the trapdoor and
climbed back down the ladder.

"That was weird," I heard him say to Scott. "I mean, it was a good double
butt hump, but I don't think my will got any longer."

"Patience," I heard Scott say. "They know what they're doing."

Both boys giggled.

"Come back to my house," Steve told Scott. "My will's still hard. It needs
a will suck."

The two boys ran off, for a suck and some secrets.

"Oh to be nine again," Jimmy sighed at me as we watched them scamper away.

"No kidding," I told him. "That kid has an ass tighter than a Venus fly
trap's vagina."

"You fucking plants now?" Jimmy asked me.

"Little Bitty Leaf Blowers," I giggled. "Coming soon to Nifty."

Jimmy and I took our shirts and pants off and got ready to hump butts.

"You want me on top of you or underneath you?" he asked me, fingering his
own butthole and getting it ready for me to mount him.

"On top of my lap," I told him, spitting on my wiener again. "Sit on my
weiner and grind it, Miss Sara. Grind it with your butt, baby."

"Why, you dirty boy," he said in his sexy Miss Sara voice from when we play
cowboys. "I'm just an innocent school marm."

"Write on the chalkboard with this big piece of chalk, sister."

He looked at my boner and giggled.

"Wanna kiss with tongues a little this time?" he asked me sweetly.

"Fine," I said. "But we better eat Tic-Tacs first. It was taco day at
school today."

We picked up the bottle and each had four little big will pills before we
frenched and butt-humped.

Steve's treatments went well the next two weeks. I don't think his little
will ever got much bigger, but two weeks of procedures in the treehouse
left him confident enough to stick it up Scott's butt, which was the whole
point in the first place, and as he grunted and pumped and managed to keep
it inside of Scott without it slipping out, while Jimmy and I cheered him
on, you could chalk one up for modern medicine and a supportive outpatient
care team.

Until next time, jacker-offers! See ya later!

Sorry to keep you in the waiting room so long for your appointment this
time. Maybe for your patience you can come over here and bend me and Jimmy
over and spread our butt cheeks open and take our anal temperatures!

We also like to drink a bigger guy's medicine straight from his injector.
But that's a story for a different day and my poison ivy itches, so I gotta
go.

Save some room in your hearts and some wiggle in your wills for you good
old friends, Tyler and Jimmy.

We had to resurface sooner or later!

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TO BE CONTINUED