Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2015 09:31:31 -0500 From: hermitowl70@hushmail.com Subject: Squirt and Skunky part 1 SQUIRT AND SKUNKY....2 BROTHERS part 1 by hermitowl70@hushmail.com m/b oral/anal/wet fun All characters are pure fiction, the result of an overactive imagination and a long miserable winter. No one was touched or harmed during the creation of this story, though at least one pair of underwear was marked for life. My sincerest thanks to Zachy and Tague for inspirations. All comments and replies will be carefully screened. Our heroes are 16 and 7 years less.. Not your idea of fun? Run, flee, there's the door. On with the show.... The aroma of breakfast and fresh coffee woke Brian out of a sound sleep. Yawning and stretching his lanky teenage body under the covers, he got a whiff of his fur lined armpits. Sniffing deeply, his nose tingled with the scent of his teenage sweat. No doubt a shower was in order, but for the moment he snuggled in his own cocoon of pitstink. Sliding his hand down his hairless chest, he groped the rock hard throbber in his briefs. He tried to remember what he had been dreaming; some- thing about his little brother Taylor and a bunch of his fourth grade friends playing their "Wimpy Kid" game, reenacting the famous underpants scene while he caught all their wrestling and giggling on his phone to post online later. As if anyone could keep clothes on that kid, he was always wearing as little as possible. Lifting the covers, Brian looked down at himself and saw the red tip of his pisshardon poking out of the waistband of his old briefs, his open pee hole leaking a steady stream of thick clear precum onto his smooth belly. "Shit!" he grunted as he glanced at the alarm clock. No time to bust a sloppy load, even tho his pecker and full teen balls were aching to dump their spunk. Brian could feel that his bladder was ready to overflow too; scrambling out of his sweaty sheets he stumbled down the hall to the upstairs bathroom. Yanking down the front of his briefs he aimed his thick meat at the toilet as best as he could and tried to make his stream start. "Oh great, that little shit did it again" he thought as he looked down and saw puddles of fresh pee on the seat and all over the floor. Brian knew his little brother had used the bathroom first and true to form, had missed the toilet and had sprinkled his boy pee all over the place...again! No matter how many times he had scolded Taylor for his bad aim, the kid almost always managed to miss the mark and piddle all over. Some of it had made the bowl; the water in the toilet was tinted yellow. He hadn't bothered to flush either...again! Taking a deep breath, Brian grunted and pushed, finally feeling his piss start flowing and as his cock slowly lost some of its hardness and his stream blasted into the toilet bowl, sounding like a waterfall and foaming up as he added his teen piss to his little brother's boy pee. After what seemed like an hour, his dark yellow gusher slowed to a dribble. Shaking off the last drops, he saw them splatter onto the seat. "Maybe that's how he gets everything wet" he thought to himself. Thinking about his cute little brother going to the bathroom made a tingle ripple through his cock and balls. Tucking his still half-hard cock back into his damp underwear, he headed back to his room and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Brian knew his mother would complain if he showed up in just his underwear like Axel Heck, so he pulled on an old tee shirt just to make sure she wasn't going to bitch. He bounded down the stairs and entered the kitchen where his mom was cooking and Taylor was sitting at the table eating a bowl of mutli-colored cereal. "Taylor peed on the floor again Mom!" he announced, grinning evilly at his little brother. Taylor was wearing his favorite SkoobyDoo pajamas, and his face turned bright red when Brian told what he had done. "Morning Squirt!" Brian roughly tousled his little brother's hair as he headed to the coffeemaker. "Then get a sponge and go clean it up," his mother scolded while frying up some French toast. "Why me?! It's his pee! He ought to clean up after himself. We ought to make him lick it up!" Brian winked at his brother as his mother just shook her head, knowing how disgusting her oldest son could be. "Just get it cleaned up , I won't have time since I'll be gone all day. And don't forget you have to stay home and watch Taylor today since there is no school." Brian poured himself a cup of coffee and groaned aloud. "Oh, and there's a great article about your wrestling match in the paper, you even got your picture in there." She handed him a plate of French toast and sausage then left the room. Brian sat down across from his brother, grabbed the paper and searched for the article. "It's on the front of the sports section" Taylor mumbled, his mouth full of cereal. He started giggling and Brian scowled at him. "What's so funny Squirt?" Brian growled, giving his little brother a playful kick under the table. "You'll see," Taylor grinned at him and kicked back. Brian found the sports section and his eyes went wide, not believing what he was seeing. "Oh no, you can see all my junk!" The picture that accompanied the article was of Brian right after winning his match, the referee holding up his arm in victory. Brian's green singlet was skin tight, and the bulge of his crotch was in plain view. Of course it wasn't a small picture either, it took up almost a third of the page. Not only was his upraised arm showing off all the sweaty black hairs plastered to his armpit, but the shapes of everything between his legs was clearly outlined. "I can even see both your balls" Taylor whispered, pointing to the two round orbs separated and tucked up under the tubular shape of Brian"s cock that was pointing off to the left of his groin. Even the hairs on his legs were visible, the picture was that clear. Brian gave his little brother another swift kick but missed and hit his foot on the leg of Taylor's chair. "Shit!" he yelped, then quickly clamped his hand over his mouth. The boys knew their mom didn't allow swearing when she was home, and the Swear Jar on the kitchen counter was testimony to that. It cost anyone a quarter for each bad word they said, unless it was the F-bomb; that would cost a dollar. Brian stared at himself in the paper. Sure he was proud that he had beat his opponent, but didn't know a photographer was going to print a picture that left nothing to the imagination. Taylor's cute chipmunk-like face kept grinning and giggling. "Good thing you didn't have a boner, no way you could hide it!" Taylor's right hand had slid under the table into his lap and was rubbing the front of his jammies. "Oh man Squirt, I almost did! While I was trying to pin that guy he kept grinding his ass against me and I could feel my weiner start to swell up. He had his pit right in my face and I could feel myself gettin hard! Those darn uniforms feel great when you wear 'em but they show off everything even if you have shorts on underneath." He continued to stare at himself then glanced over and saw his that his little brother now had both his hands in his own lap. "And quit playing with your bingo!" That was special word they both used whenever they talked about their boy tools. Taylor slowly brought his little hands back up onto the table. "But I like making my bingo feel good!" He gave Brian the pouty, adorable, 'I'm a bad little boy' look that always drove Brian crazy. "Did that boy's pit smell as good as mine?" Brian could feel the front of his briefs and sweats starting to push out. The embarassment of seeing his big boy parts displayed in the newspaper had made his donger go completely soft, but knowing that his little brother had been touching himself and probably was sitting there with his little cocklet sticking up out of the fly of his jammies was giving him another instantaneous erection. Taylor had caught Brian sniffing his own pits more than a few times, and Brian would even nuzzle his little brother's hairless little pit when they wrestled together. "Naw, Squirt, your stinkies are always better." He winked at Taylor and the little boy grinned with adoration at his big teenage brother. The boys finished their breakfast and stood up. Taylor's big brown eyes immeadiately focused on Brian's crotch and he could see the obvious swelling pushing at the front of his sweats. Brian was quick to notice that his little brother's pajama bottoms were loose and hanging low on his hips, the top of his smooth butt showing a few inches of deep pink crack. Taylor turned and the front of his jammies were indeed gaping open just enough that Brian could catch a quick glimpse of the pink tip of his kid brother's weenie poking through the open fly. Placing their dishes on the counter, Brian suddenly reached down and hooked his finger into Taylor's PJ's, pulling them down with one swift yank. "Hey!" Taylor quickly bent over and pulled them back up, but not before his big brother got a good look at his kid brother's naked bottom. His little fanny was as pink and smooth as it had been back in Taylor's diaper days, just bigger and rounder than when he toddled around the house years before. Brian squatted down next to his brother. "Time to ride the horsey!" Taylor squealed with glee and quickly climbed onto his big brother's big strong back and they bounded off, Brian holding his smooth little legs and his little arms wrapped around Brian's neck. They trotted around the house, Taylor's little weiner rubbing against Brian's back and the seat of his jammies drooping down off his bare butt. Brian headed upstairs to his room and, getting down on all fours, whinnied like a horse and tried to buck off his little cowboy. "More horsey more!" Taylor squealed, smacking his little hand against Brian's big boy ass. Brian reared up dumped his little passenger onto his bed, then pounced on him tickling his sides mercilessly. Pinning him down, Brian dug his fingers into Taylor's litle sides making him squirm and laugh uncontrollably. The more he kicked and wiggled, the farther down Taylor's jammies slid, exposing his naked hips and bottom, while his little hands tried to hold them up in front covering his boy goodies. Brian straddled over his helpless brother. Holding his little legs up, Brain began rubbing the seat of his sweats all over Taylor's face and chest. Taylor know what was coming, it was a position he had been in many times before. "NO NO NO SKUNKY!!" he pleaded, but it was too late. He felt Brian squat down hard on his face, grunt loud and deep and blast his ass gas directly into Taylor's gasping mouth. His wet stinky teen fart smothered his kid brother as he wiped his butt back and forth, grinning as he made Taylor sniff his poophole. Climbing off, he watched Taylor spit and sputter, trying to get the turdstink out of his mouth and nose. "Haha, Big Skunk gotcha again Squirt!" Taylor tried to give his brother a swift punch in the crotch but Brian was too quick for him and pinned his arms down. "Now what are the magic words?" Taylor kept squirming, trying to get away. "I got another one up my chute for ya if you don't say it!" The 2 boys stared into each others eyes, and Taylor could hear the gas gurgling inside his brother's belly. In a small little boy voice, Taylor whispered, "I'm your dirty wittle fartboy, Skunky". Then he stuck his thumb into his own mouth and began to suck, nuzzling up into Brian's big strong arms. Brian cuddled him close, grunted again and released his second loud wet fart down into the mattress. The stink floated up to both their noses and they giggled in unison. "OK boys, I'm leaving now!" their mother called to them from downstairs. "Get that bathroom cleaned up and stay out of trouble. And there is leftover chili for lunch." "K Mom we're on it!" Brian yelled back to her. They heard the front door slam shut grinned knowingly at each other. They had the whole house to themselves for fun the rest of the day.