Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2022 17:56:11 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Prescription for Boy Pee Chapter 3 (Revised)

Prescription for Boy Pee
Chapter 3
Brothers

A few hours after River and his daddy left from their first visit, the
ringing phone awakened me from my sleep.  Judging by the dimming light, it
must have been around 8:30 in the evening.  It was another mom -- yes!
The gist of it was that she would be bringing not one, not two, but THREE
little boy fountains for me to drink from tomorrow!  She had heard about it
from one of the pastors I had called and she did not want any money --
only to help.  Her sons' names were Quinton, Silas, and Ethan.

The next day they showed up about 1:00, wearing nothing but matching
swimsuits (long shorts type), and those croc type plastic shoes.  But to
top it off, they each had on a little cap and sunglasses.  To say they were
cute doesn't begin to cover it.  They were "magazine" cute!  The littlest
one barely came up to the top of my thigh.  He had quite the little belly
jutting out over his paisley shorts.  The tallest one was probably about 4
feet tall with a perfectly flat stomach on his beautifully slender little
boy body.  The one in the middle had a stomach coming out about halfway
between where his two brothers were.  They all had skinny arms and legs,
narrow shoulders and thin frames.

The little lads neither spoke nor smiled but they didn't seem
uncomfortable.  Their skin was a creamy off-white (the summer had just
begun) and smooth as glass of course.  Against the dark brown hair they all
had, their skin looked even that much milkier.  Oh, how I would have loved
to spend hours, nuzzling my face into them all over and kissing and sucking
up wads of skin on their stomachs, backs, legs, armpits, little behinds --
of course!  And with their little bodies and gorgeous, creamy skin they
were so pure looking!  Fuck!  My cock was already ragingly hard and my
mouth was watering like a hound's.  "We're going thwimmin'," piped the
middle-sized one, aiming his sun-glassed eyes up at me and beaming.
"Yeah," echoed the littlest one in an impossibly high voice, "we're going
thwimmin'!"

Weak from my disease but more because my head was spinning at the sights
and sounds before me, I dropped to the floor with a thud, sitting down on
my feet.  I was breathing hard and willed myself to not openly pant in
front of them.

"Okay, boys," said their mom, "you know what to do."  And then, virtually
in unison, they backed out of their shoes, shucked their shorts down in one
swoop and stepped forward out of them, moving closer to me in the process
with the middle one now only a foot from my horny mouth.  Fuck -- three
naked boys!!!  Shit -- I didn't know where to look!!!  They were
beautiful!  I checked out the tallest one on my right first, then the
middle one.  Their little boy penesis were the same size, a narrow, one and
a half inch, white, circumcised shaft hanging out at about a 45 degree
angle over a pair of marble-sized balls, with a sweet little light pink
head at the end.  Ahhhh...I sighed inwardly.

But then I gasped out loud.  When I looked again at the tiniest tyke, his
dick as sticking straight out!  It was a healthy 3 inches long and nearly
as fat as my little finger!  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  The little bugger was
boned up!  And on his miniscule body it looked huge!  On a grown man,
it would have been as big as a forearm!

His two older brothers looked over when they heard me gasp and then started
giggling.  Not only did this multiply all their cuteness by ten, but it
made their sweet, baby-sized peepees and balls jiggle and bounce as they
shook with laughter, adding to the pervy show for me!  I clutched on to the
nap of the rug with every ounce of strength my weakened body could muster.
I didn't know what to worry about most -- losing conscious, losing my cum
in spontaneous orgasm, or losing my sanity.  I mean, this scene was beyond
belief!  It was the crowning unbelievable sight of the many unbelievable
sights of the past 3 days!  Fuck -- my head was spinning, my vision,
almost gone.  I closed my eyes, as it was the only way I was going to be
able to pull it together.

"He gets like than sometimes when he really has to pee," I heard his mother
say as if from far away.  "Start with him first," I managed to half
whisper, half growl out.  I had to keep it together.  If she figured out
how crazily horny all this was making me, I was dead meat.

Somehow, I found the strength to get down on my hands and knees to get
level with the boy's hot little morsel.  I actually had to put my shoulders
way down until it was my elbows propping me up in order to get low enough
to be even with his hot little package.  Just like River had done, little
Ethan put his hands on his hips (actually, more like behind his hips and on
top of his butt) and jutted his boy-boner out at me.  I moved in and
slurped it into my wet, horny mouth, the sound of my own gulping only
adding to my raging horniness.  As I went down on him (fuck -- did I just
type that???  "went down" on a ?-year-old???!!!!) I couldn't help but wish
that his mom had dropped them off and left, leaving me to help the little
boy take care of his boner.  Yes.  By that I mean suck him off.  There, I
said it.

Well after all, that's what ended up happening with the first 2 boys who
came to pee in my mouth.  My sucking mouth got them hard and then I had to
...um... suck them off to orgasm before they could pee.  Would this happen
with tiny Ethan?  Could it?  No, it couldn't.  Not with his mom there
certainly.  Anyway, if the little one got a boner when he had to pee, he
was probably used to peeing through his boner.  But that's okay -- I
wanted his pee as much if not more than to bring him to orgasm.  All this
went through my head in a split second as I swooped down on his budding
man-stick.

Just like the other times, I could not compel myself to not suck.  However,
in light of the whole situation, I did have the presence of mind to do it
gently and not give it away by sucking in and moving my cheeks.  And there
it was -- oh FUCK!  He was throbbing!  His little tool was throbbing in
my lust-crazy mouth.  I was beyond bliss, and felt my own tool moving --
throbbing and pushing out on my shorts.  But in only a few seconds, he
started.

For a little, toddler-sized opening in his pink little head, it came pretty
fast, probably helped along in force by his hot erection.  I savored, I
swallowed, I swooned.  The taste was incredible, as was the whole scene --
drinking down his little man fluid, his maleness, his little-boyness, while
I still slurped and sucked on his still pulsing little boner!  My head was
spinning.  If I hadn't had my mouth full of peeing boy-dick, I surely would
have been panting.  I wanted his flow to go on forever, and if it had, I
surely would have exploded inside my shorts.  But alas, tiny bodies have
tiny bladders and this little fella's flow was rather explosive to boot.  I
sucked and drank greedily until he was spent, savoring both every drop and
every moment; and promising myself I'd remember every second and every
detail for an explosive jack-off session the moment they left.

Instead of slowing down to a trickle or a few spurts, his flow just
suddenly stopped.  I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want to miss a drop
if there was any more coming.  And more than that, I just couldn't move.  I
tried, but I just couldn't will myself to disengage my (still gently
sucking) mouth from his wonderful little appendage.  "I'm aww done," he
said after a few seconds, his terribly high pre-school-sounding boy voice
making my cock throb again; but also having the effect of shaking me into
reality so I could finally back off of his prize eleventh finger.

I found myself panting hard and embarrassed by it.  And yet, I hadn't
breathed the whole time he was peeing so hopefully, his mother would
understand.  "Are you alright?" she asked but her tone was calm.  "Yes," I
said, breathlessly, my eyes glued to the now shiny-with-spit little 3-inch
hard-on before me!  With no opportunity to take a picture, I did my best to
memorize the image.  "Let's keep going," I heard myself say finally, nearly
giving away my boy-loving perviness with my stares at the tiny boy's hard,
little, now glistening rod.  Little Ethan simply sat down next to me, not
bothering to get dressed, and giving himself a good eye-level view of the
next drink-session.  Then, his oldest brother followed suit so I now had 2
totally naked boys sitting on either side of me, giving me wonderful views
of their amazing cocklets (Ethan still hard) as I was about to drink from
the middle brother.

No longer lacking oxygen but still panting from lust, and still on my
elbows and knees; I leaned in toward the middle brother's just slightly
higher peepee.  "Go as slow as you can," I stopped to look up and say to
him before I swallowed his tiny, but precious future-fuck stick.  He simply
nodded with his sun-glasses head.  I have to stop and say, that the
sunglasses made them so fuckin' sexy -- greatly increasing my level of
perving on the little guys.  I mean, they looked cool, but then the fact
that I couldn't see their eyes -- couldn't read their expressions as they
stripped down and in turn offered me their boy-cocks... it somehow made it
seem more anonymous, more like me serving them, more slutty and nasty
somehow.  Oh fuck!  Again, my head was spinning as I was near-faint with
horny lust!

"Slurp," I heard the sound of my hungry mouth go down on him, again making
my raging boner throb in near explosion.  Little Silas wasted no time in
releasing the flow from his one and a half inch penis, wrapping his small
skinny but wonderful arms around my head and shoving me onto him as it
started.  I couldn't help but let out a slight whimper as he did, once
again making my cock twitch and strain against the bonds of my clothes.

"Ah," he sighed, probably from relief at finally getting to pee after
holding it.  But of course my perverted mind took it as a sigh of horniness
from having his little peepee sucked into a hot, wet mouth.  With great
mental concentration, I managed to stifle another whimper while I also
managed to just suck down the pee without sucking hard.  I mean, it was one
thing for the youngest one to be boned up at the start, but I didn't think
the mom would take it very well if the boys started out soft and then had
raging boners when they pulled out of my mouth.  Again, I wished that she
could just go away for an hour.

But no matter.  My mouth was currently being flooded with more boy nectar
and I drank it down happily.  He was going slow - making it last a long
time and it was fantastic!  The taste was amazing.  And again, the
scene... me on my hands and knees before this gorgeous little tyke as his 2
naked brothers looked on.  Him giving me something he made in his body,
something he saved up for me even, offering it to me freely and without
judgment or embarrassment.  I closed my eyes a moment to savor it, but then
opened them again so I could look down on the brother peepees of the two
seated on the floor on either side of me.  Yes, I had a terrible disease
and a terrible scare over it.  But right at this moment life could not get
any better.

My mind went back and forth from the wonderfulness of the taste, to the
fact that he was giving me his pee, to the fact that I had such a young boy
cock in my mouth.  And the feel of his naked stomach pressed to my face,
his bald crotch against my hungry lips, his little arms hugging my head...
Ah...  My senses were overloaded!

And Silas, a little bigger than his brother, apparently had drank a lot
more, had a much bigger bladder, and was really taking it slow, prolonging
my ecstasy!  Oh, if only I could show my thanks by giving him a
well-deserved blow-job on his tiny tool and maybe even rim his sweet little
ass!  Fuck!  I mean, fuck, fuck, FUCK!

But...nothing lasts forever and all too soon, the flow slowed to a trickle,
then ceased.  I heard and felt him breathing hard as he leaned over onto
me; then he let out a little sigh.  Then he stood up, put his hands on top
of my head and simply backed away from me.  There was just a slight popping
sound as the little pink head of his tiny boy peepee was dislodged from my
still gently sucking mouth.  I hoped his mother hadn't heard it.

Again, I found myself panting, grabbing for air and trying to calm myself
down again.  But not for long.  Quinton, the oldest, practically jumped up
and put his little package right in my face, actually rubbing his cocklet
over my mouth as I was still catching my breath!  SHIT!!!

Still not feeling ready but unable to resist, I lewdly slurped in his tiny
morsel and then was immediately greeted with an onslaught of boypee.  "OH!"
he cried, "oh Mommy!" and I felt him move as if about to back away from me.
But I couldn't allow it in my lust.  And besides, he was still peeing.  So,
bracing my weak, near-fainting self with one hand, I reached around behind
him with my other hand and grabbed him by his naked ass, pulling him tight
and smashing his bald little boy crotch into my face.  "AYEEE!!" he
squealed, but the deluge kept coming.  There was a torrent hitting my
tongue.  I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could, just barely able to
keep up and swallow it all down before any came squirting out of the
corners of my mouth.  As thoughts raced through my brain I was sad that
this one wasn't going to last long but at the same time, there was
something so crazy sexy about the great force with which the piss was
barreling out of his little man-stick.  I pulled him even tighter to me,
taking the opportunity to squeez the coconut-sized butt cheeks in my
hands.

But the sounds.  Oh, his sounds even added that much more to my insane lust
as I drank hungrily, refusing to let him back off.  "Mommy!" he cried, in
his high-pitched, little-boy voice.  Oh fuck, surely I was going to
dissolve into hopeless orgasm any second!  "What?" cried his mom almost as
loud.  "It tickles!" he shouted back.

This sent his naked little brothers into fits of laughter on the floor next
to me.  "Shu...shut up!" little Quinton yelled at them, still madly pissing
his wonderful tasting nectar down my horny throat.

"Quinton!" said his mother sternly, "we don't use that word!"
"S...sorry!" he managed to cry, still smashed against me and still pissing
like a horse. Oh, it was the hottest scene ever!  Fuck!  But in a few
seconds, amid more cries, squeals and howls from young Quinton, the flow
stopped.  But I...I couldn't.  "Get off me!" cried Quinton, "I'm done!" he
shouted as he was actually beating his little fists on my shoulders and
pushing on my head.  But I still had him firmly gripped around his luscious
boy ass.  I couldn't help it.  I couldn't stop.  I wanted to get this
squirming, screaming boy upped by 100 times.  I wanted to hear his cries
as he felt his little member grow in my mouth, then explode in his first
orgasm.  I wanted to do it right there in front of his mother and brothers.
I didn't care if they never came back.  I didn't care if I went to jail.
I was literally crazy with lust.

Wait -- jail?  FUCK!  I let go.  I had to.  Really, I had no more
strength.  I collapsed on the floor panting.  Little Quinton collapsed
also, his head ending up in the naked crotch of his youngest brother.  What
I had done on the one hand seemed terrible but it was all in slow motion as
my adrenaline was pumping so hard.  In truth, I don't think I held onto him
that long after he finished his piss.  There was silence for a few seconds
but it seemed like forever.

Then, "Don't worry," said his mother calmly, "he'll be okay.  He's just
very ticklish."  "Yeah, he bery ticklish," chimed in little Ethan as he
sweetly patted his panting brother on the head.  I breathed a huge sigh of
relief.  "I'll be alright next time," said Quinton between his own pants
making no move to take his head off of his little brothers bare peepee; and
totally unfazed at lounging naked on a stranger's living room floor.  "I'll
be okay now that I know what to expect."  "Did you like it?" asked Silas,
the middle brother.  Quinton thought for a second then said, "yeah, I kinda
did."  "Me too!" piped Silas.  "Me free!" chimed in little Ethan.

Another sigh of relief from me.  "Well, let's go boys," said their mom.
The calmness with which she handled all this surprised me.  Staying on the
floor, the boys reached for their swimsuits and donned them, then their
shoes.  It only took half a minute.  "We're going thwimmin'!" Silas said to
me again, flashing me a huge smile.  I could only nod.  I mumbled out a
"thanks" as they went out the door, but was too tired to get up and see
them out.  Yet, within seconds of the door closing I felt it -- felt the
energy almost flooding my body.

My cock had never gone down and the scene today with everything added up
was even hornier than the other two, if that were possible.  I sat up,
quickly scooted over to the nearest chair, leaned back, lifted my shirt and
started wailing on my rock-hard cock.  Again, things seemed to be in slow
motion as I heard the latch of the door and saw it open.  I managed to
quickly cover myself with my t-shirt but the look on her face told me that
she knew what I was doing.  Besides, in the position I was in, the tenting
of my t-shirt made it obvious.  Glancing at my bulging crotch, then to the
floor, she mumbled, "Ethan left his cap," and without making eye contact,
quickly grabbed it and was gone.

On a normal day, I might have cared.  I would have thought about the fact
that they probably wouldn't come back, or maybe even that she'd report me
to someone.  But I was still too caught up in lust.  All I could think
about was tiny Ethan's pissing hard-on in my mouth -- about little
Silas's long, slow, hugging feeding of me, and about young Quinton's
screamingly ticklish deluge.

With my ever-increasing energy gained from the boypee now going through my
system, I jacked my cock and felt the orgasm building from the four corners
of my body, then converge.  It was so crashingly powerful, it was almost
painful; and I screamed out in release as my bony ass hopped up off of the
floor and back as I shot into the air -- the first volley going up a good
4 feet.  "AHHHH!!!"  I cried over and over, visions flying through my head
of first one brother then the next.  It was a killer orgasm.  When I
finally came down, I found that I still had tons of energy.  I took a quick
shower, got dressed, then went out into the neighborhood to put up more
flyers advertising for boys to give me their pee.

Days went by and I had several wonderful sessions with Andre and was
looking forward to River's next visit in a couple of days.  In case you're
wondering, the mom of the three brothers didn't report me.  I mean, what
could she say?  No one could prove that my jacking off after they left was
directly connected to sucking the pee out of the little boys.  On the other
hand, I didn't hear from them again.  But maybe that was okay.  After being
able to suck off as well as drink the pee of the first two boys, it was
almost too painful to have the brother cocks in my mouths and not be able
to suck them off as well.

And, I had more flyers up.  The phone would ring again.  But next time,
whoever it was, I would make sure they didn't forget anything as they were
leaving, then see them to the door and lock it behind them.  In the
meantime, the memory of that one short time with those three beautiful
brothers fueled many a jerk-off fantasy.  And in my fantasies, anything
could happen: pee that went on forever.  Screaming orgasms while their
mother fingered herself and watched.  And in my dreams, I had a skinny six
inch tongue that would open up their little asses and go all the way up
their shoots and mercilessly tongue-fuck them as they screamed and cried
(but made no move to get away).  Yup.  In my head and in reality, I was
starting to live a fuller life.

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