Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2022 18:39:23 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Prescription for Boy Pee Chapter 4 (Revised)

Prescription for Boy Pee
Chapter 4
More Brothers

So, I had had my second visit from little River and his very boyish Daddy.
They lived up in the mountains away from the city but John had to come into
Los Angeles once a week for his business.  The second visit was exactly
like the first one -- unbelievable and fun for all.  But really,
unbelievable.  I still couldn't believe I got to rim River's little ass.
And John -- a naked and boned-up 14-year-old looking daddy John, pulled
up his own son's legs and offered the spread, tiny ass to me just like
before.  Oh FUCK!  It's a wonder I didn't die of a heart attack.

Andre, the beautiful ten-year-old black boy, kept coming by but not every
day.  Sometimes his druggie grandmother would bring him to get her 20
dollars.  Sometimes Andre would come on his own.  If it was too hot to be
outside, he'd stick around and stay in his boxers, cuddling with me on the
bed as we watched TV.  Those were my favorite days.  Often, it would be for
a quick pee and a quickie blow job.  We had worked it out so that he would
pee first before he got hard, then wait a few minutes for me to get my
strength.  Then I would give him a real blowjob with all the techniques,
including me deep-throating his narrow, hot six-incher.  The first time, he
screamed his head off when he came; then afterward he tackled me and hung
onto me, me on my back on the floor and his lithe, naked, 10-year-old body
on top while I rubbed his naked back and muscular, jutting, narrow ass.  It
took him 15 minutes to recover.  It was so sweet!  "You nice!" he kept
saying over and over as he was panting, "you so nice!"  Ahhhh...

I constantly fantasized about doing more with him -- kissing, licking his
pits, sucking his nips, rimming of course.  But I was afraid to bring it
up.  He was so masculine acting and I loved that about him.  I didn't want
to scare him off.  And as it was it could be 3 or 4 days between visits.
Then on another day, he'd be playing outside and come in 3 times during an
afternoon just to piss down my throat.  He was so beautiful.  So hot.  And
so nice -- the kind of boy that a 10-year-old girl could bring home to
meet her grandmother.

So, anyway, it was one morning that I was lying on the couch by the front
door and there was a knock.  It was not Andre's knock, but I could tell it
was low on the door and it had the sharp rap of a small hand.  Straining to
see through the peep-hole I could barely make out the tops of two heads.
More donors?  I could only hope as I quickly opened the door.

They were young and small, that was apparent.  One a nice, dark Latin while
the other had fiery orange-red hair, freckles, and that wonderful
pink-white skin that's only to be found on a redhead.  I had but a split
second to process this as I saw the redhead pulling up his shirt to tuck it
under his chin, then shove the waist of his basketball shorts under his
pink little uncut cock and sweet little ballsac.  What the fuck???!!!
"Drink my pee, sucker!" he yelled as he waved his little cocklet back and
forth at me, his hands on his hips.  Then, a second later in a fit of
laughter, the shorts came up, shirt down, and they ran off.

I staggered back and closed the door.  How does one even react to that?  I
mean, it was meant to be a joke but FUCK it was about the sexiest thing I
had ever seen!  Oh little boy, why didn't you stay and let me drink it??!!
But why not?  I figured if he was brazen enough to wave his dick at me,
maybe I could get him to let me suck him off... er ... I mean drink his
pee.

Still kind of freaking out, but my cock rising, I staggered to the bedroom
to look out the back window onto the apartment complex playground.  They
were on the swings, just sitting there, the little redhead still laughing.
I stepped into my flip-flops and headed to the door.  I was wearing only
pajama pants, a dirty t-shirt, and my hair was greasy and wild.  I didn't
care.  My now rock-hard cock led the way.

They were facing away from me on the swing set which thankfully, was not
far away.  As the Latin boy turned to look at the redhead, he saw me out of
the corner of his eye and jumped up yelling, "Eddie!" as he pointed.
"AAAHHH!!!" cried Eddie who too jumped up and they ran off.  But only a bit
-- only to the other side of the little merry-go-round.  They stopped and
looked at me, actually seeming more curious than scared.  Panting
considerably, I managed to make it to the nearest bench where I flopped
down exhausted.  The short sleeves revealed my bones of arms, and the
neck-hole in my T had fallen down over one shoulder revealing how bony I
was all over.  Although I had finally stopped losing weight, I still
weighed under 100 pounds.

The little redhead -- "Eddie" -- approached me slowly; dark, beautiful
companion 3 steps behind.  "Are you really sick, Mister?" Eddie asked when
they got about 10 feet from me.  Gosh his voice -- he had that kind of
hoarse, raspy, deeper voice that some little boys have.  It made me crazy!
Despite my exhaustion, I felt my soft cock start twitching to life again.
"Yes," I was able to just spit out breathlessly as I nodded my head, still
panting.  The little prize took a few more steps forward.  I felt like
someone at the park, trying to get a wild squirrel to eat out of his hand.

"Are you okay, Mister?" he asked, coming now within two feet of me.  I
could only put up my hand as if to ask for them to let me rest and catch my
breath.  With that, the young beauty plopped right down on the seat next to
me, almost touching me.  "I'm Eddie and this is my brother, Petey," he
said, pointing.  "We live over there," pointing to another building in the
complex.  "We saw the paper on the pole and thought it was a joke we were
just messing around we didn't mean nothing are we in trouble are you mad?"
Fuck -- how does he talk without breathing?  And his voice -- so cute
and so sexy all at the same time!  "Not mad," I managed to say and took a
few more deep breaths.  "I really am sick," I continued, now regaining a
little strength and buoyed by the friendliness of the lad.  "I have a
disease that will kill me if I don't drink boy pee and boy pee is the only
thing that will help."  (Fuck, how do I say this stuff out loud as if it
were normal?  And this time it was outside!)

"Ohhh," he said thoughtfully and was silent for a few seconds.  The Latin
angel had not yet said a word to me.  "I'll pee for you!" Eddied suddenly
cried as he jumped up, causing me to jump in my seat which made little
Petey giggle.  But Eddie didn't notice.  "Petey will pee for you too, won't
ya, Petey."  Petey just shrugged his shoulders.  "He'll pee for you,"
continued Eddie, "when he shrugs his shoulders that means `yes,' don't it,
Petey?"  Another shoulder shrug.  "See?" said little Eddie confidently as
he turned from his brother back to me.

"C'mon!" he cried, tugging on my arm.  "Help him, Petey!" he cried hoarsely
and Petey came up to me and got my other arm.  These two were at once the
hottest and the sweetest creatures I had ever seen.  My responsive dick was
lewdly tenting out my shorts at the touch of their soft, tiny hands.  As we
got up, Eddie grabbed my hand, put it on his shoulder and held it there
while he put his other arm around my waste.  Petey also got my arm around
his shoulders.  If I had actually started to fall, there's no way in the
world the 2 little things could have held me up.  And yet, their desire to,
their sweet innocent desire to help gave me the mental strength to make my
body go.  If I got the chance, it would be a privilege to drink their boy
fluid.

On the short walk I told them that we needed to have their mom look at the
website and give permission first.  Most of me hated that thought `cause if
she said "No," I'd miss out on my one possible chance.  But the smaller
part of my thoughts won out, knowing that the website and the money would
probably make her say yes and that would then allow for hopefully years of
sessions with these little tigers.  And let's face it; a boy who will knock
on a stranger's door and then whip out his cock to said stranger probably
doesn't have parents who are exactly "involved" or too worried about what
they do.

We looked at the website that explained the disease while we waited 15
minutes for their mom's lunch hour to start at noon.  No mention was made
of a father (or I should say "fathers" as these boys obviously had
different ones).  I assumed there was no dad in the picture.  Petey was
standing next to me on my right and Eddie next to him.  "I can't see," said
Eddie as he pushed his way past Petey and plopped his sweet, hot little
self down onto my left leg.  "Sit down, Petey!" he ordered, patting my
other thigh while he looked at the screen.  Petey complied.

Eddie, I mean, Eddie was a trip.  He had that hoarse little raspy voice and
even though he didn't talk particularly loud, he was so enthusiastic and
purposeful that everything he said came off like he was shouting.  He was
wildly attractive!  Perhaps the most macho little thing I had ever
encountered.

I took them through the website, explaining the part about me sucking the
pee right out of their dicks and showing them the picture of the happy
4-year-old being drank from.  "How come he's naked?" asked Eddie.  I
explained that it keeps pee off of clothes and that also the first time I
meet a boy that I'm supposed to feel all over his peepee and his butthole
to make sure he's perfectly smooth -- to make sure he's a young boy with
the right kind of pee for me.  They took all this in as perfectly logical.
In fact, once again, Eddie startled me by jumping off my lap and starting
to practically rip off his clothes.  "C'mon, get naked, Petey!" he cried.
Once again, Petey complied.

FUCKKKK!!!!!  Little shoes, socks, shirts and shorts went flying.  I
slumped into my chair, once again finding myself using every ounce of
mental strength to keep conscious and take in the show before me.  It was
unbelievable.  A twin striptease.  Okay, well not twins but about the same
height and stripping at the same time.  I trembled in lust and happiness.
When they were done, they just stood there, stopped in their tracks by my
apparent crazily intense stare.  "What's the matter?" Eddie said.
"N...n...nothing," I stammered, "you boys are just so beautiful."

Let me take a moment now and tell you just how beautiful.  They were both
about the same height, I dunno, somewhere between 3 and a half feet and 4
feet tall I guess.  Tall enough to get things off the kitchen counter but
they would need a chair to get to the upper cabinets.

But let's start with Petey.  Well, naked little Petey was some kind of
Aztec god.  He had a dark all-over tan -- really a beautiful brown.  I'm
guessing Mexican with a good bit of south-of-the-border Indian thrown in.
Jet-black hair of course, and shining black eyes.  His wide, easy smile
revealed beautiful white teeth that shone against his dark skin.  He had a
handsome face, small nose with humongous eyes and a firm, narrow jaw-line.
Neither fat nor thin, he had a nice, medium build but still a little shape
where his body narrowed at the waist.

"Turn around for me," I barely gasped out hoarsely.  They did.  Fuck!
Petey had a huge, little ass, if that makes sense.  I mean, it fit on his
little body, but stuck out several inches and was full and round -- not
just a bubble-butt, but an about-to-explode-looking bubble-butt!  FUCK!
"Okay," I managed to sigh.  They turned back around.  I couldn't really
read their eyes, but they remained quiet during inspection.

So...tan Petey's dick, his peepee, his thingy -- same shade as the rest
of him, not circumcised (probably at his Mexican father's insistence).  It
looked tiny -- maybe a little over an inch of actual cock, topped off by
the longest foreskin I'd ever seen -- a good half-inch of dangling
membrane.  Maybe it would make a nice straw, ha.  It hung down in front of
a pair of grape-sized little balls.  What more can I say?  On his terms, he
was perfection.  I could stare at him all day.

Except there was also Eddie.  I was already swooning for little Eddie, so
taken by his cocky, macho, confident attitude as well as his incredible
sexy, scratchy voice.  He radiated an energy that was intoxicating.  He was
the kind of person you wanted to be with and follow, even at his very young
age.  I would have followed him anywhere.  Now, the thing you need to know
about me is that I have this HUGE thing for redheads and an almost equally
HUGE thing about really skinny boys.  Eddie was both.  I mean, if I had
tried to design the perfect boy for myself I couldn't have done nearly as
good a job.

As I said -- redhead -- that kind of fiery orange shade that's so
unique and beautiful.  His freckles were light in color, but generous
across his nose and little cheeks and on the top of his back, then randomly
pretty much every place else.  Ooh, I wanted to count them with my tongue.
And then there was his skin.  The skin is actually my absolutely most
favorite thing about redheads.  They are almost like albinos in that their
skin is so lacking in pigment that the extreme whiteness of it lets the
blood show through giving them this marvelously pink-white color.  His skin
was the most pure looking think I've ever seen.  It made him seem that much
more delicate and young and innocent.  It made my still hard cock throb
that much more.

And then there was his build.  Oh, man.  I mean, he was almost as skinny as
me.  No shape to him from the shoulders down -- just a straight bean-pole
until his body jutted out in his bony hips.  He still managed to have a
butt that came out a couple of inches though, and with the pink milky skin,
it looked tremendous -- to me, the most kissable thing in the universe.
Facing forward, his body was barely wider than an 8 by 11 and ½ size
sheet of paper.  You could easily count his ribs, see his shoulder bones on
top and his shoulder blades in the rear.

His face was sweet and innocent and young and all-boy with the freckles,
the small turned up nose, extra-pink lips, and deep blue, amazing eyes that
sparkled with excitement and didn't miss a thing.  His teeth were a little
crooked -- crammed into his too-small mouth and he didn't smile much but
looked more serious and intense -- when he wasn't talking which he almost
always was.

And then his peepee -- oh!  So fuckin' tiny!  It was perfection!  I'd
seen bigger dicks on babies for sure!  I'd say it was no bigger than the
last two joints of his little finger.  Yes, that's HIS little finger, not
mine.  The last third was the circumcised head, the same pink-white color
as the rest of him, including the shaft and his surprisingly low hanging
balls, grape-sized like his brother's.  Oh, I felt faint again.

The thing about Eddie was the whole package though, I mean the fact that he
was so incredibly skinny and had such a tiny little peepee coupled with his
macho bravura made him just seem that more sexy to me.  Oh fuck I could and
would drink from him forever -- until I exploded.  I would die happy.  I
was living a dream.  But...after seeing them now, especially Eddie, if I
didn't get my mouth on those little dicks I might really end up doing
something that would put me in jail.  Jump on them and suck them even
without permission, which would be rape.  But I had to have them, I just
had to.

Yes, that's a long description but I took it all in in a matter of seconds.
"How long do you have to stare at us?" asked Eddie, apparently unable to
keep a single passing thought inside his head.  "Forever, if I could," I
replied, giving up on trying to hide my boyloving perviness.  But they
didn't seem to pick up on it, appearing to be quite comfortable naked
before me.  Come to think of it, the other boys were too (even though it
took little River a few minutes to get there).  It must be the medical
aspect of the whole thing that gives them a different mind-set -- like
going to the doctor...

"These pants are hot, I'm going to get out of them," I said, getting up and
finding some extra energy from the show I had just received as well as the
hope of some medicine in my mouth shortly.  All I did was go to the bedroom
and take my pajama pants off, leaving me in just my boxers.  I wanted to
get the brothers on my lap again but this time, feel their naked butts on
my naked legs!  Yes, I'm a perv, and a cagey perv.

When I returned less than half a minute later, Eddie was seated at the
computer with Petey standing next to him.  The casualness and trust with
which they hung out in their nakedness made my cock jump again.  Even
again, I had to suck in my breath, almost surprised anew by the fantastic
sight I had left just a moment ago.  "I wanna see a wrestling site," cried
Eddie.  "Well let's go back to the disease site so I can type the site
address and text it to you mother," I said.  I found it hard to think but I
was forcing myself to function and move things along.

Eddie got up to let me sit, and when I paged back to the site, I ended up
stopping on the page that showed pictures of a boy about 11 being
"inspected" -- basically a fat old black man with a gray beard was
feeling up the white boys hairless package and rubbing his finger over the
boy's tight little pucker.  Oh fuck, such medical porn!  "Do you want to
inspect us now?" again came the quick, sexy voice of little Eddie.  "Um, I
should talk to your mom first," I started.  "It don't matter," Eddie
interrupted, "we won't tell, will we Petey?"  And Petey, instead of
shrugging his shoulders, this time shook his little head back and forth in
a definite "no."

"Okay," I replied What else could I say?  I was nearly powerless before
them now.

"Bend over, Petey!" Eddie bellowed the order.  Without hesitation, Petey
turned around and bent way down, then bent at the knees, aiming his perfect
jutting globes out at me -- just like in the picture on the computer.  I
was so shaky I could only half see, and with visibly shaking hands, I
reached out and made contact with the awesome orbs.  For a second, I just
held on to them, more to try to calm down and get my bearings than anything
else.  My head was about to explode.

But press on I must while I had the chance.  At first, I just squeezed
gently.  I had to gasp out loud at the feel of them -- so smooth, so
round, so soft and supple.  Then I started to massage them, run my hands
around them causing his tan cheeks to spread and give me little glimpses of
his hidden black raisin.  Then I just gently ran my hands all over them,
luxuriating in the feel of the Mexican skin on his young boy behind.

Then I took a finger and started lightly rubbing between the cheeks.  I was
heading toward his hole.  I was going to make contact.  I was getting
closer...  "I can't really see it," I said breathlessly, "his butt's so
deep."  "Here," piped up Eddie immediately and with his bony little hands,
unflinchingly jabbed his fingers into his bro's ample cheeks and pulled
them apart until he just about opened little Petey's anus.  I almost fell
over fainting right into the schoolboy's ass crack.  "Ow!" cried Petey,
"not so hard!"  Eddie relaxed his grip but just a bit, giving me a
dream-come-true view of Petey's brown little winker.  Oh fuck!  Gasping and
panting for breath, I somehow had the presence of mine to put my finger in
my mouth and slobber all over it.  I might only get one chance and I wanted
to make it count.  Besides, I was reveling in the site of his puckered
little hole and in no real hurry to cover it up with my finger tip.  But
then, no, I had to -- had to touch it, rub it -- savor it.

Oh man -- contact!  I literally jerked as a shudder went down my entire
body.  I was breathing like I had just run a mile.  The feel of my slippery
wet finger going back and forth over his tight, tiny raisin was intense and
amazing!  It was the third time -- only the third time in my entire life
that I got to both view and touch a boyhole.  And this time was no less
wonderful than the first two times.  And of course it's not just the feel
of the hole, I mean, it's not so much the actual feeling of your finger on
the anus.  It's the scene -- it's who the hole belongs to -- a sweet,
dark, shy, happy, exquisite, smooth little boy.  And... it's what the hole
represents -- intimacy, allowance, innocence, the center or the body, of
the privates, the entrance to the sweet center inside...  Oh man, oh fuck,
oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!!!!

I was nearly delirious with lust now -- my breathing heavy, my vision
almost blurred, my head spinning.  But, "oh," he piped in his high, little
boy voice when I made contact with his hole.  "Whatsamatta?" asked little
Eddie in his semi-loud, bombastic way with his raspy little boy voice, "How
is it, Petey?"  "It...it tickles," gasped Petey. "Is it a good tickle or a
bad tickle?" continued Eddie.  "G...good," squeezed out little Eddie.  Yes!
It was looking like more fun might be ahead!

"Do me now!" cried the petite Eddie; and as he said it, he actually turned
around and got next to Petey, then in one motion he bent all the way over
and actually shoved his brother out of the way by simply bumping his naked
hip against his brother's naked hip.  Just seeing that contact -- those
two little naked asses touching like that -- one shy, one confident; one
dark tan, one alabaster white; one round and voluptuous, one flat and
narrow.  "Ohhhh!" I cried out.  It was loud.  It was half cry, half groan.
It was the expletive of a man being tortured in lust!

"You alright, Mister?" rasped Eddie as he jumped up and turned around in a
fraction of a second.  All I could do in response was to nod my head up and
down.  "Good!" Eddie cried, "I thought you was having an attack or
something didn't you think he was having an attack or something Petey I
thought you was having an attack or something!"  I couldn't help but let
out a little giggle at this kid's breathless, bombastic, way of speaking as
I flopped back into my chair.  This got a huge smile of relief from Eddie.
"So you're okay see he's okay Petey, you're okay!" he said looking back at
me.  And as he did, he put his tiny hand on my shoulder.  From within me
somewhere came out a combination giggle mixed with sigh.  Oh Eddie, oh
Eddie.  Once again, I noticed my cock straining at my pants (now, only
slight boxers, actually).

I had to pull myself together.  Weakened by disease, I was near jelly with
lust and I truly felt I might faint any second which I couldn't let happen.
That could really scare them off and mess things up for the future.  And I
couldn't help but worry that I might do worse than faint.  Before I found
this "cure" the only thing I worried about with my illness was dying of
starvation -- and I almost did.  But now, given my weakened state, I had
had several situations where the fear of a heart attack actually had
literally crossed my mind.  I mean, I just didn't know how much I could
take.  The dream-come-true stuff I had been getting was overwhelming to say
the least - an overload on my senses, not the least of which was the vision
before me.  No... no.  I had to close my eyes.  Take a breath.

"Let's...let's take a break," I said, "I need to just sit here a minute."
"Okay!" piped Eddie with the same intense verve with which he said
everything; and even as he was saying it, he wiggled his totally nude
little self up onto my lap, sitting on my left thigh.  SHIT!!!!  "C'mon
Petey," he cried.  "Sit down!" he said as he patted my bare right thigh for
Petey to mount.  Again, a shudder going through me...  "What was that?" the
voice was Eddie's again.  "Are you having an earthquake?"  Then he froze
for a second thinking about what he said and then roared with laughter.
His laugh was every bit as bombastic as his speech -- a loud, high string
of "HE-HE-HE's."  Like the sound of a machine gun jacked up a few octaves.
Still, even though it hurt my ears, it made me smile.

"Having an earthquake!" he cried, "having an earthquake I said he was
having an earthquake I made a joke do you get it Petey I said he was having
an earthquake!"  I don't know if Petey laughed or not.  If he did, it was
drowned out by the exuberant Eddie.  Man, this kid was taking all my energy
just by his mere presence.  But I loved it.

"Sit down, Petey!" the little redhead cried again, again patting my right
thigh.  Again I loved it!  Petey wriggled his way up in the same manner as
his Anglo brother.  Fuck... and... ahhhhh!!!  With my bare arms, I grabbed
them both around their tiny waists, and using all the strength I could
muster, pulled them back toward me; in the process spreading their little
boycheeks apart so they were straddling my thighs.  Petey's entrance was
still upheld by his voluminous globes, but I thought I could feel Eddie's
actual hole against my thigh.  I suppressed another shudder, but let out a
long slow sigh as I felt my cock rising between them.  Fuck, fuck FUCK!

"Are you clean back there, Eddie?" I asked.  "I can feel your butthole on
my leg."  (Fuck, what an obscene thing to say to a little boy!)  "Did you
wipe good?"  Eddie was too involved in trying to one-finger-type on the
computer to even realize the intimate contact we were in.  "Yeah," he
replied casually, "I took a huge dump this morning and I wiped real good
after I mean it was huge I showed it to Petey it was huge waddn't it
Petey?"  "No," said little Petey (what, some rebellion from the docile
brother?).  "But your STINK was huge!" Petey continued, then nearly fell
off my leg in a fit of giggles.  The feel of his naked bottom shaking and
squirming on my bare leg was mesmerizing.

"Fuck you!  I do not stink!" cried little Eddie; and he pushed Petey off
onto the floor and was on him.  But Petey had a good 15 pounds on his tiny
sibling and soon got the upper hand.  They were both laughing -- clearly
they did this all the time and all for fun with no malice.  Within 30
seconds, Petey had a naked little Eddie on his back, and was sitting on
Eddie's chest with Eddie's arms also pinned under.  He was facing away from
Eddie's head, so that his beautiful tan butt was almost in Eddie's face.
Fuck, my heart could hardly stand it.  And neither could my cock which I
grabbed and started squeezing in reflex action.

These two together were unreal.  I mean, what a combination!  If there was
such a thing as a legitimate boylover's convention and these two made an
appearance, they would be like rock stars.  But it got even better.
Leaning forward, the stronger Petey, grabbed a skinny pink/white Eddie leg
in each hand and pulled them back and under his arms, so that Eddie was
bent up like a pretzel, his tiny gorgeous white ass spread white!  Oh my
heart!  It was the first really good look I got at his tiny hole.  So
tight!  So white -- so creamy -- so eatable!!!  FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!

"I did NOT say YOU stunk I said your SHIT stunk," cried Petey, the language
sounding 100 times more obscene coming from his young, delicate, high
little-boy voice!  And then he started spanking his brother's miniature
white ass!  Not hard but enough to leave a slight pink handprint on the
white skin.  I was delirious.  Without really even being aware, I started
jacking off -- rubbing my throbbing boner over my boxers right there in
front of them.  I don't think I could have kept from doing it even if my
life depended on it.  I mean, the scene before me...fuck!

"You're a bad, bad boy!" cried Petey, his eyes full of glee as he whipped
his little brother.  "Ow, okay!" cried Eddie, laughing, "I give.  I give."
But Petey wasn't done yet and he leaned forward to get in a better
position.  As he did, it gave wily Eddie enough room to get his head up,
and he actually arched his neck forward and BIT little Petey right on his
Mexican ass!

That was all it took.  With a loud cry and another "earthquake" I began
spewing a gallon of cum inside my shorts.  My legs were out straight, my
feet jumping up and down, my hard breaths punctuated by loud "Oh's!" each
time.  I saw light, almost like seeing stars when you hit your head.  For a
brief second, I wondered if I was actually having a stroke.  I must have
shot out at least 12 volleys of cum before my jerking body finally began to
calm down.  "Began" I say.  I was still jerking, cock, feet, everything;
and still panting like I was grasping at my last breath.

Still jerking and only half coming out of the remains of my orgasm, my eyes
focused on the boys -- Petey still sitting atop Eddie's chest.  Eddie's
legs were now down and straight out giving me a sweet view of his teeny
member -- along with Petey's luscious peg which was just inches from
Eddie's.  The sight caused my orgasm to ramp up even again with more shakes
and groans.  The boys stared at me, their mouths only half open in slight
surprise.  After all, I had already been shuddering with them on my lap and
they knew I was very ill.  Thankfully, they didn't seem too alarmed.

"I'm okay; I'm okay," I managed to pant out as soon as I could speak.  I
saw some tension leave their little bodies.  I just sat there, still
panting.  "Get off me, Petey," said Eddie, now squirming in earnest.  Of
course, Petey complied and then both got up and came toward me.  "I gotta
go to the bathroom," I managed to say as I pulled myself up.  I couldn't
have them climbing back onto my lap with my cum-soaked underwear.  I
staggered to the bathroom and managed to get myself cleaned up, then to the
bedroom for a clean pair of boxers.  It was clear that they had absolutely
no idea what had just gone on in my pants.  And that innocence about them
made me start getting horny for them all over again.  Fuck, I'm such a
perv.

When I got back to the living room, they were both sitting in the desk
chair, their bare-naked bodies smashed together and touching side-by-side,
pretty much from shoulder, down to smooth-skinned hip, down to their feet.
I felt fait again.  "Get up quick!" I managed to bark.  They jumped up and
Petey practically lunged for my arm as he shouted, "Hold the chair, Petey!"
Petey did.  I flopped down, totally exhausted.  But very, very happy.
But... But what if their mother said, "No?"  Oh fuck, these boys already
had such a hold on me.  I felt like I was falling in love with them --
maybe Eddie more so, but Petey too.  Besides, they came as a package -- a
complete, contrasting, sweet, beautiful, sexy, naïve, boylovingrockstar
package.  I had to have more -- had to go further with them.  If I
couldn't, I would probably live but just barely.

"You gonna check my butthole now?" piped little Eddie in his fantastic
raspy voice as he climbed his still naked self back up onto my lap;
followed by his equally still naked beautiful brother.  "I, I'm too tired,"
I said, still exhausted.  "It's okay," he replied, not missing a beat, "you
can look at it right here, and you don't even had to get up."  And even as
he was speaking, he twirled his skinny little self (I don't think the
toothpick tyke weighed much over 30 pounds) until his head was down in my
lap resting on my thigh, and his little white ass was in my face.  Then he
spread his legs wide, opening himself up to me, putting his little winker
on display without a hint of concern.  I shuddered.  Brother Petey seemed
to take this in stride, reaching up with one hand to pull Eddie's leg down
out of his face, while with the other hand, he took the opportunity to get
the computer mouse which Eddie had no doubt been hogging.

"Do you see anything?" I heard a voice almost as from far away, so dazed
was I by this unreal sight just inches from my face.  "Huh?" I said, almost
whispering, my head spinning.  "Do I have any hair there?" came the
medium-high, sexy, raspy reply.  "N...nooo..." and my voice trailed off as
my head fell forward into his buttcrack.  Yes.  That's what I said.  I
didn't quite faint 100 percent -- I was somehow able to just keep enough
consciousness to stay in the chair and keep us all from tumbling to the
floor and possible injury.  I could just barely hear the sound of sweet
Petey's precious high little giggle.

"What's he doing, Petey?  Is that his nose in my butt?!!" I could vaguely
hear Eddie talk.  But this question sent Petey into a fit of real laughter.
"Yes!" Petey cried out between squawks.  "He's got his nose right up my
butthole!" cried Eddie.  But he didn't sound worried about it.  In fact, I
think he was almost laughing as well.  "Uh-huh!" cried Petey, still rocking
with laughter, "I think he might have fainted a little."  "Oh, okay," was
all Eddie said, then he too started laughing at the absurdity of it.  I
started coming to and yet (I was already starting to think at genius-level
in the boylove department) had the presence of mind to pretend to still be
fainted.  I pushed down, getting the tip of my nose really in -- now of
course, it wasn't really up his rectum.  But it was pressed in a little
causing the luscious hole to give a bit -- kind of like if I had put my
nose into his belly button.  "Oh man!" cried Eddie.  I took a deep breath.
Okay, I won't give you all the gory details but it kind of smelled a little
like you would expect, but also a sour, musky smell too which wasn't bad.
And... after all, it was Eddie's smell.  Oh Eddie!

Emboldened by the smell and my nose having already invaded him, I (almost
by reflex again) stuck out my tongue and let it swipe along his crevice and
over his tight little winker as I came up from my faint.  "Ooh!" he
chirped, "that tickled!"  "What did he do?" asked Petey.  "He licked my
butthole!" sounded Eddie, and they both went into another fit of giggles.
Amazingly, I felt no tension in their bodies at all and they certainly made
no attempt to depart from my lap.  I opened my eyes to stare down at sweet
Eddie's splayed pink/white jiggling cheeks with his tiny pucker in the
middle now glistening from my spit.  Oh fuck!  And his ass was so flat --
I mean -- his butthole was right there up on the surface.  Such easy
access -- no deep crevice to push into.  He would be so easy to rim!  And
so wonderful.

"My head's feelin' funny," piped Eddie's hoarse voice as again he deftly
twirled himself around and in the blink of an eye was now sitting upright --
his boycheeks stretched over my left thigh so that his wet little raisin
was in contact with my bare leg.  He leaned his narrow naked back totally
into me, content to let his brother have his turn with the mouse and
keyboard.  Ah, if only I were shirtless.  But still, passion over took me,
and despite having no strength at all, I leaned my face down and nuzzled
the side of his.  He tilted his little head to lean into me, at the same
time, reaching up with his right arm and wrapping it around my head in a
hug, pulling me tight to him.  Oh Eddie!  I AM in love; I really am in
love!

For the first time ever I was thankful to be weak.  For if I'd had the
strength, I surely would have grabbed him and ravished him with kisses,
including French kisses to the mouth and ass, not to mention devouring his
little cocklet.  And that would have been too much -- certainly too much
if done suddenly instead of working up to it.  Anyway...

"You wanna check our peters now?" he almost bellowed in his strong way.
Both the volume and the content of what he said practically made me jump
again.  All I could do was say, "Huh?"  "You know, check us for hair," he
continued, "feel us up."  OH FUCK!  I know that in no way did he mean that
in the sexual way in which it's normally used.  But to hear that phrase
come out of his innocent little boy mouth!  This tiny white-skinned, naked,
breath-taking wisp of a little boy with his teeny peepee, was asking me to
feel him up!  And his brother too!!  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  I mean, FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK!!!!!!!!!

Too tired to speak, and weak from lust as much as my illness, I slid my
hands up their bare thighs to their little boy baskets.  I sighed and let
out a small shudder again as I made contact with their private parts.
Lust-fueled adrenaline pumped me with new found strength and I wasted no
time in feeling them up as Eddie had requested.  I felt around the base of
their groin, at the top of their balls and cock; lifted up their skinny
shafts, felt all around them.  I jacked them a bit, but nothing happened.
I rubbed over their balls -- all over -- lifting up the smooth
pre-pubescent ballsacs and getting under, even rubbing their perineum's.
They had no response to this either as far as arousal.  Petey just kept
looking around on the computer while Eddie continued to relax back against
me and watch the screen.  After a couple of minutes, Petey, calmly reached
down and picked up my hand and put it on his bare stomach.  I pulled him to
me and then started to rub his tummy a little.  He leaned back into me
some.  Then he turned to me and smiled.  I kept fondling Eddie though.  I
think I could have all night without protest.

"When can you call your mother?" I asked, summoning my strength.  I was
impatient to get my mouth on those little cocks.  And I needed the urine.
"We already did," said Eddie simply, his focus still on the computer
screen.  "H... huh?" I said.  "We called `er while you was in the bathroom
and we gave her your website and she said she would call after she read it
didn't she Petey?"  Petey nodded.  And then before I had even one second to
process this, my phone rang.  "I'll get it!" cried Eddie, not missing a
beat: "Hello?...  Hi, Mommy!... "Yay!" (then to me) "she said it's
alright!"  I saw Petey smile out of the corner of my eye which gave me
great relief as I couldn't really tell if he was into it like Eddie was.
"She wants to talk to you," Eddie said, not handing me the phone, but
actually putting it up to my ear -- and then again wiggling his naked
self back onto my lap and stretching to get his ear up to the phone as
well, the little bugger.

"H... hello," I stammered.  I had never felt more nervous in my life.  I
wasn't ready to talk to her and here I was with her sons already naked in
my lap (and me a stranger) having already violated them with my hands.
"Uh, Mrs...uh..."  "Della," she bellowed, almost like Eddie, "just call me
Della."  She was all business but not in a rude or unpleasant way -- just
kind of matter-a-fact -- sort of like her sons who so far had taken
anything I threw at them in stride.  "So I read the website and it looks
legit plus the boys tell me you look like you're already dead -- how much
you paying?"  "Um, well," I started, "there's a foundation that will give
me $20 dollars a day."

"Per person or per day?"

"Uh, per day."

"Every time they pee or just once a day?"  Her directness on the subject
was unnerving.  But I managed to press on.

"It's only for once a day."

"So, if both of my boys pee in your mouth 5 times a day each the most we
would get is still 20 dollars?"

"That's correct," I said, shaking, and wondering what response to that she
might bellow out at me.

"Okay," she said, unfazed (just trying to get the facts straight, I guess),
"I'm just trying to get the facts straight."  !!!!  "So how often?"

"Well," I started, quickly trying to think how to say it in both
non-medical and non-coarse ways, "I'm supposed to get it from as many
different boys as I can. If it's all from the same boy all the time, the
body builds up a tolerance and doesn't heal itself as fast.  Right now, I
have one boy who comes once a week and another who comes at random times.
So I could pay your boys up to five times a week but as I find more new
boys then I couldn't pay your sons as often."  There was a pause and she
said nothing.  "Now the one boy I have once a week," I continued -- they
are well-off and I don't pay them anything so I could give your boys that
20 as well.  That way no matter what, they would always get at least 40
dollars a week."

"For how long?"

"Well, for years.  Until they hit puberty."

"Well that should be awhile as they're only 7 and 8."  (FUCK!!!!)  "Do you
keep change in the house?"

"Change?  Um, I keep some twenties."

"No, I mean -- here's what I want you to do.  Every day they pee for you,
I want you to give them a five and 2 tens.  The fives are for them and they
are to give me the ten.  Of if they tell you what they want you can save up
the fives for them."

"Now is it -- I mean, I want to get the facts straight from my end too --
is it okay if they pee for me more often -- even if they don't get paid?"

"Honey, it's their pee, I don't care what they do with it.  Hey," she
continued, barely missing a beat, "I have a chance to work a double but I
ain't got no baby sitter can the boys just sleep at your place tonight?"

"Uh...well if you don't mind them sleeping with a stranger, I mean--"

"Well, I figured I just gave you permission to have their cocks in your
mouth so what difference does it make if they sleep there?"  This brought a
huge guffaw from Eddie which he unsuccessfully tried to stifle.  "Eddie!"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"How many times I tell you not to listen in or other people's
conversation?"

"I dunno Petey how many times has Mommy told me not to listen in on other
people's conversations?

Petey, still intent on the computer, just shrugged his shoulders then said
"A thousand."

"Petey says `a thousand,'" came Eddie's replay to his mom.  There was a
slight pause and I could almost hear her rolling her eyes.

"Anyway, Mister--"Sam's the name," I interrupted.  "Anyway, Sam," she
continued, "they both said they like you and you was nice and my boys may
be young but they can tell within 5 minutes if someone is a good person or
a bad person.  They're smart that way.  Plus, if I find out that you're not
legit, I'll fix it so that YOU won't have anything to pee WITH!"  This sent
the still listening Eddie into a fit of his machine-gun-laughter.  "EDDIE!"
shrieked his mom.  "Sorry, Mommy!" he managed to cry, then collapsed onto
the floor into more laughter.  "I gotta get back to work," she said
abruptly, "lemme talk to Petey."

Petey took the phone and just listened for a moment.  "Okay, I love you,
Mommy," then to Petey, "say goodbye to Mommy."  "Bye, Mommy," said Eddie,
then a slight pause, then: "I love you too."  I took the phone from him
thinking there'd be more instruction, another goodbye -- something.  But
all I got was dial tone.

So.  It was going to happen.  It was about to really happen.  Right now.
After all this.  I say "all this" but in fact, all of the above -- the
stripping, the butthole views, the feeling up, the wrestling, my orgasm,
the naked little bodies nestling and jiggling on my lap -- all this had
taken place in under 30 minutes.  Was I lucky or WHAT!?

"Who's first?" I blurted out, the second I hung up the phone.  "I gotta pee
like crazy!" cried little Eddie, "I been holdin' it!"  "No!" interrupted
Petey, "I gotta go."  "I gotta go too," argued Eddie.  "No," said Petey, "I
mean I have to GO.  Abuela's going to be here any second to pick me up on
the playground.  That's what Mommy was telling me."  Their arguing over who
would give me their piss first was driving me insane.  As this short
argument had gone on, I was already in position on the floor, on my hands
and knees, head low and level with their little man parts.  It wasn't the
most physically comfortable but it just seemed -- I don't know --
somehow I liked them standing and me kind of bowing before them --
serving them -- like kings.  All these boys were kings to me on many
levels.  "Petey," I blurted out.  It was an easy decision.  I mean, what if
I started with Eddie, and then Petey ran out to leave before I got to him?
I had to get him in first.  He stepped up to within an inch of my mouth
without hesitation.  "Pee slow," I said curtly, way past patience now, and
I lewdly slurped in his tiny tan tool.  OH FUCK!

And there is was.  There -- the second I slurped his small but mighty
pre-fuck rod through my lips -- there came the pee.  This was it.  This
is how I was going to die.  I mean, I couldn't take it.  Surely I would
have a heart attack, stroke, nervous breakdown, and explosive orgasm as in
one that would make my body actually explode -- surely all of that was
going to happen at once right now.  I mean, incredible doesn't even begin
to describe it.  And never had I had such a build-up to the final act
before -- I mean TWO BROTHERS???  Wrestling naked!  Showing me each
other's buttholes???

But I didn't die.  I swallowed.  It was reflex.  It was wonderful.  So
overloaded were my senses that I felt like if I didn't die, I was somehow
going to pass over into some as yet undiscovered dimension of being.  But I
didn't.  I swallowed.  It was wonderful.  Worth the wait!  The taste was
wonderful!  The feel was wonderful!  The sensation was wonderful!  Oh
Petey!  He went slow like I asked.  And it came and came.  I guess like
most kids, he was too busy playing all morning to go inside and go to the
bathroom so he had lots to give to me.  And what a gift it was.  Golden
nectar from an Aztec god.  Oh Petey!

Even as he started, there was Eddie's voice -- miniscule Eddie's
beautiful, raspy, little-boy voice only adding to the overload of my
senses, adding to my arousal, adding to the gravity of these two near-twins
acting almost as one and doubling my pleasure to an almost unbearable
degree.

Eddie: "How is it Petey are you peeing is he drinking it what's it feel
like Uncle Sam does it taste good do you want mine too are you going to do
me next?"

Oh fuck!  Oh Fuck!  He called me "Uncle!!!"

Unable to control my frenzied lust, I started screaming into 8-year-old
Petey's bald little crotch.  Knowing he would pull away at my screams, I
instinctively reached one arm around his glorious little bare. brown ass
and squished his hairless front into my face.

Eddie: "Why are you screaming Uncle Sam don't you like it is it helping you
do you like it Petey?"  "Yes," Petey hissed out in obvious pleasure (and no
doubt to shut Eddie up) as he grabbed my head with both his little arms and
leaned his slight upper body into me.  "Mm-Hmm!" I was able to scream at
the same time to abate young Eddie's concerns.  "Ahhh," Petey let out a
little sigh and I think I felt his tiny plena start to even chub up a bit!
Mother-of-all-fucks!!!!!  I so wanted to jack off but was certain that one
touch and I would explode.  My cock was actually throbbing, I mean,
flexing, moving back and forth almost as if I were already orgasming.

I don't know how much time went by.  On one level it was seconds and over
all too soon.  Yet on another level, so much was going through my head that
it seemed to last for several minutes.  Either way, I was sad when the
supreme taste and sensation stopped in my mouth and of course in my
out-of-control horny self, started sucking even harder on his little
member.  I really wanted to suck him off right then.  I didn't care if he
didn't know what an orgasm was.  I didn't care if it freaked out both him
and Eddie and they never came back.  I didn't care if I went to jail.  And
that might be what would have happened.

Luckily, Petey didn't know what an orgasm was, so had no reason to keep his
little peepee in my hot mouth once he was all pissed out.  Again with my
head spinning, I was aware that he pulled out, and as he backed up, little
Eddie stepped up while Petey sat down on the floor and started to put on
his socks and shoes.  Sexy, boisterous Eddie actually grabbed his soft
little member, held it straight out and shoved it right into my half open
mouth.  OH FUCK!  So macho, so sexy, so dom!!!  And he started pissing
immediately!

With the crazed lust of one who was doing it for the first time ever, I
again smashed my face against his naked mound as I wrapped my arm around
his nude, narrow behind.  "Ooh!" he piped, apparently liking the feeling
(or just surprised by it).  I had forgotten to tell him to go slow and I
guess he forgot about that too.  Because I was met with a deluge.  At once
I was sad knowing it would end sooner but at the same time even more turned
on by the sexiness of his just using my mouth like that and letting the
piss just barrel out.  It was fucking awesome!  I couldn't help but notice
that the taste was different from Eddie's even though I knew they both ate
the same foods.  Somehow Petey's had more of a tang while Eddie's was more
sweet.  Of all the boys I had tasted, little seven-year-old Eddie's pee was
the sweetest and best ever.  Oh Eddie!  One more reason to be nuts over
you.

He instinctively grabbed my head with both his tiny hands, but not to
steady himself as the other boys had done, for he continued to stand up
perfectly straight, keeping his "all-boy" swagger.  It was more of an
action of meaning -- like he was saying -- "Yeah, drink that piss --
take that all down sucker, and don't spill any!"  At least that's how I
took it anyway.  Fuck, my cock was throbbing again, on the verge of orgasm.
Even my whole center bucked a few times but I managed to hold off a
full-blown cum.

But it was Eddie.  I mean Eddie.  With the cock in your mouth (any cock)
and really ANY fluid coming out of it, it's all about what the cock and
that fluid represent -- who it's from.  And here I was with the
absolutely most sexy, macho, over-the-top confident, take-charge, male I
had ever encountered -- of any age.  The fact the he was so masculine in
personality while having a body that was so short and skinny and such a
tiny peepee served to magnify the masculine-ness of his personality 100
fold -- and of his pee too!  Eddie, oh Eddie.  I was drinking Eddie's
pee!  His man fluid, his boy juice, his home made stuff that he wanted to
give me.  I worshipped him as I drank.  I would have done anything for him
-- eaten the dirt between his toes, kissed him all over for hours,
followed him off a cliff even.  While not an Aztec god like his brother, he
was another type of god -- he was a boy god.  I was lost in him and
overflowing with every good mental and physical sense of being as I
greedily swallowed his essence -- something he made and saved just for me
(I imagined) and was giving me freely.  Oh Eddie.  Oh Eddie!

I could hear him gasping for breath as I sucked the piss out of his
beautiful, marvelous tool as fast as I could.  "Petey!" he cried amid
gasps, "ooh's" and "ah's," "don't forget my hug!" he said panting.  Fuck --
were they really going to hug?  And Eddie was naked.  I forced my eyes to
move to the right.  Fuck, Petey was still naked too!  All he had on was his
shoes and socks when he stood up.  Somehow it made him look even more
naked.  It was so sexy!  And he was walking over to his brother!  They were
going to hug naked!  FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!!  I felt the front of Eddie's hip
press against the side of my face as he leaned in to give his brother --
his still WILDLY PISSING BROTHER a hug!  His cocklet almost brushed against
my cheek!  And then, to really drive the final nail into my insanity
coffin, I heard a kiss -- I mean a smooch sound!  SSSHHIIITTT!!!  Two
wildly sexy naked hunky boys kissing each other while one unabashedly and
magnificently was shooting his home-made boyjuice right down my throat!!!!
What planet was I on???!!!  What new universe was I in!!!!????

And then, to prove I was dreaming, in my delirium I heard the raspy
breathless voice of Eddie say, "Don't forget Uncle Sam," then more gasps
and "ooh's" from above my head as I saw a little brown uncut cock go past
my face, then a chest, then a sweet handsome face slowly zoom in and plant
a kiss on my cheek.  A KISS!  On my CHEEK!  Literally an INCH from the cock
of his brother still pissing like dynamite into my mouth!!!

I lost it.

Instantaneously I burst into screaming, wracking sobs.  Also, at that exact
moment my cock burst as well.  My body, brain, every part of me truly was
having an earthquake.  I could feel my boxers filling up with hot cum.
Somehow I kept my knees and arms in place (one still around Eddie's tight
little buns) as I jerked madly back and forth from my shoulders to my
thighs.  The wonderful piss was still coming but then slowed and quickly
stopped.  Eddie backed up and I collapsed onto the floor, falling to my
side, then managing to roll over.  "AHHH!"  I was actually wailing like
some child with a vast injury.  "WHAT'S WRONG UNCLE SAM?" cried Eddie, "I
THOUGHT YOU LIKED IT!"

I was totally spent. No energy whatsoever yet my body still sucking up
energy from my horrific crying as well as the orgasm that was only half
done.  But no matter what, I would NOT leave these beautiful, wonderful
boys in terror -- not after all they had done for me.  "I'll be okay in a
minute!" I managed to half shout, `it's just the illness."  And then I
collapsed on the floor in pants, moans, and sobs, my cock still flexing in
the final throes of what had to be the most mind-blowing orgasm in all
history.

"It's okay, Petey, you can go!" bellowed Eddie, taking charge as usual.  I
heard the door slam.

A minute must have gone by before I was calmed down enough even to open my
eyes.  I opened them to see a smiling Eddie, sitting on the floor next to
me, actually, leaning over onto me.  "Are you better yet?" he asked?  "A
little," I said weakly.  The burst of strength from the pee would kick in
any second but hadn't yet.  "What would make you real better?" he asked in
that incredible voice of his.  "A hug," I said with a smile.  Without
taking even a split second to process it, his naked body was on me --
little red head on my chest, pink skin all the way down my torso, his feet
near my knees.

"What's this stuff?" he asked leaning onto his side and looking down at my
cum soaked underwear -- also looking at his own naked peepee which was
now wearing some of my cum.

"I'll explain it to you in a minute," I said, "as soon as I get my
strength.  It won't hurt you."  And with that, he laid back down with his
naked crotch on my cum-soaked boxers.

"Did I hear you two boys kiss?" I asked, my breathing slowing as my
strength was starting to build.

"Uh-huh," he piped.  "We always kiss.  We kiss the people we love."

I decided to take a chance -- a big chance with someone I'd met barely 30
minutes ago.  "I love you, Eddie," I said.  His little head jerked up with
a smile and a gleam in his eye.  "I love you, too, Uncle Sam!" he said.
And then he stretched his little body up and gave me a nice, wet kiss right
on the lips.


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