Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2015 19:07:00 +0200 From: Richard Dule Subject: Butt Bash BUTT BASH Boomer Boner Spurtin' Sports Fab Fabian Hey, I just gotta tell you 'bout this really wild bash my cuz took me to. Well to a straight reader it would be a really weird party. But to all you queers that love to suck the odd cock, or no, that may be taken the wrong way, so I should say suck the `occasional' cock, or know the joys of fudge packin', you might appreciate this tale of that Butt Bash. C'mon, briefs down to your knees, don't be shy and start a little priming. I'll type with one hand. K. Like most guys, except for those that have smartphones today, we all used to learn about sex from a cousin or a best buddy next door. You know, examination, manipulation and finally that glorious moment when one of those blanks finally becomes that clear virginal, albeit short, spurt. And you now can proudly join the other `big' boys, also hoping that that little dusting of pubic down will turn to turf, the real sign above the teen shaft that you are, `there'. Whoa, I wanted to make this tale short, but there I go already. So my cuz, Boomer, or Baldy, nics he preferred to his real name Archibald,. and which you will soon understand why, used to sleep over with other cousins when we had our family occasions. And being 2 years older than us, he was lead `hand' in our group, as we followed his `member' development looking forward to the time ours would sprout too. This was as we grew up, that early time from when I was 6 and up to 10 which is when we helped him along until he reached 12, actually 12 ½ (you know how important a half year is), and blew his first load. We were the closest and the most interested in dicks and continued enjoying them as the others peeled away to pursue silly pussies. Yes we were queers and from my 10th on, we enjoyed the developing discovery of deeper and more awesome inter family male sex. Didn't you find it took a lot of your time and interest too? At first we did the comparison bit, you know, at 6-7, like the longest, the thickest, the biggest knobs or the longest skin or `trunk', the name Smitty named his so we started calling them that. Archibald became Baldy not as a short version of his name, but because he didn't have one. We would see who could pee the most, and when we got `stiffies', see who could pee the furthest. You know, line up, work up a stiffy, slide the trunks back and watch that golden brine arch out. Of course since Baldy's stiffy was also the biggest, we sometimes would take turns holding his `Hoser' and make pee circles in the air with it. Then, one time when it was Sammy's turn on the `Hoser', he giggled as he watched it pee to the left, "It's like a peeing boomerang!" and we all laughed. The nic `Boomer' stuck with him, it's stiffy state now trumping not only `Baldy', but its dangling `Hoser' state. So naturally we liked playing with each other's all the time now. Remember? When we discovered sword fighting, we loved taking turns with him, putting our hands on each other's shoulders, looking down as we banged our stiffies against his big curved sword. Lawrence, our gang's nerd, and who read a lot, giggled when it was his turn and was slashing away with his little `knife', "It's li... like an Arab sci... scimitar!" Sometimes we would form a circle and have a "circle stroke" stroking the bud's bone beside us, liking that tingling after a few jerks. And that's the next thing we were getting to like more, that kinda tingling, rise on your toes bit, but stopping when it felt like we had to pee. It also felt better doing each other than riding the rod solo. We thought this was now the best, until Boomer, who was just turned 12, came bursting into Billy's tent. It was our kinda Saturday morning `tingling ritual' and the six of us were sitting naked, slowly stroking ourselves awaiting the big Boomer bone. He was slightly out of breath, panting, excited, "Quick, strip me, I gotta show you something!" Wow, that got us excited too and rose up, boners waving as Jerry and I took the honors. Oh that's another ritual we liked, when we met, we stripped each other and were a little surprised this time when his boomerang sprang right out, his wrinkled knobby pointing at me. He was stiffyfied already! He lay down on a sleeping bag and looked up at me, "Jay, you stroke me", then looked over at Lawrence who pushed his glasses up as he rolled his hoody off and on, "and Lorry, you play with my baggy." We weren't quite sure what he was up to, but being already stiffyfied ourselves, were `up' for anything that's new, especially anything to do with the Boomer boner. We quickly dropped to our knees on each side of him as the others took position around us, watching, curious now, all boners trilling. I loved the familiar feel of that warm and hard muscle in my fist. It was long enough that his bare knob and some scarred shaft were above it, with still some more down below to his pubes. The fuzz on it had a few curlies sprouting now. I started frantically stoking as he closed his eyes, a slight grin forming on his face. A couple times Lawrence let go of the baggy and chuckled as it bounced around now with the bigger nuggets in it. After about a dozen strokes or so, his usual limit, he started squirming, as per usual too, so I asked, "You feel like peeing? Want me to stop?" It looked like he was in pain as he lifted his head slightly and slowly opened his eyes and through gritted teeth, muttered at me, "N... no... keep go... going..." I was confused as he slammed his head back down on the bag, but I kept going even though he was starting to squirm even more. The others moved in closer, even more curious now too as he grunted, "Sque... eeze tighter now, and fas... ster... don't.... stop... yeaaeah... " He suddenly pushed his head back down even harder as he started pinching his bum, making his hips bounce, and I could feel his boomer kinda start vibrating in my fist. I was worried. But he told me not to stop so I kept pumping away, watching his knobby get bigger and redder as the pee lips started biting. Then he surprised me, when all of a sudden his head jerked up and he gasped, "ohh... ohhh... uuhh... uuhhh... aaggh... aagghhh... AAGGGUUUHHH!" and some pee squirted high out those open lips! But wait! It wasn't yellow, and as I kept pumping, some more smaller squirts of the stuff shot up and fell back down on my fist! It stopped squirtin' and he relaxed so I stopped pumping and took my fist off, and looked at the `stuff' all over it. He lazily opened his eyes and grinned at me, "Thanks Jaybo, that was awesome!" and he saw me tilt my head with confusion on my face, "No It wasn't pee, it was cumm. You just jerked me off!" "Di... did it hurt?" I asked, remembering the look on his face. "Shit no! Man it's the best! You know all those times we thought we were gonna pee, well, we actually were starting to `get off', but didn't do it all the way. Randy was visiting his aunt next door and had me come over to `whack him off' as he calls it. He's got a big cock and balls and a good bush and so I did him like I just had you do me, and boy, did he ever have a geyser of cumm, a lot more'n mine. So he then did me for my first cumm then told me that when you do it, you should keep doing it, even when it feels like you gotta pee, because then you can feel almost like I just did, but just don't spurt any cumm yet. It's called a dry cumm and you're just shootin' blanks" We glanced around at each other, astounded, and when Boomer looked at me with his brow raised, he didn't have to ask, I just bobbleheaded and changed places with him.He got me to the tingling point where I would've stopped, but I let that feeling get better, and holy shit, it did! I shivered and pinched my bum and it was a lot better'n the tinglies! He was right! Real friggin' right! So the rest took their turns, lying down while we 'whacked them off' for the first time. And boy they each sure had their own way of 'gettin' off'! They would all squirm around at first, then move onto the 'tinglin' shiver as per usual, but then the real fireworks began as they entered that excitingly new realm of the 'dry cumm'. Like little Lawrence who bounced and jerked around like spit on a frying pan, making it hard for Jessie to keep ahold of his 4" that he was three-fingering. And Calum was strokin' Fitz's 4 who all of a sudden raised his head halfway up, gasped, then slammed it back down, arched his back, lifting his bum off the carpet and gagged as a tremor raced through him. My turn was on Richard's. You know how all kids get nicknames, well of course his was Dick at first.tthen Dicky but after seeing his dick get real thick when he stiffied, he was now Thicky. lol. And I liked strokin' it, because it was a 4+ and real thick. Renenber when you jerked with your thumb and 2 fingers? Well we could fist Boomer and I could fist Thicky's now too. His hoody was shorter, so I liked watching his knob appear and disappear in it as I gave him the fist. And he had a wild dry cummy dance too. After the tingly start, he started shudderig, then rose his torso up, grasped my wrist, gagged, slammed back down, bounced his ass fast seveal times, rose up again, slammed back down and choked as a rush flooded him. Yep. He then relaxed back, panting, grinning but when I looked back down at his thicky, the hood was back and his knob was shiny! Wow! When Boomer looked at it, he announced it was 'pre-cumm' so was close to real stickly cumming soon. Thicky was proud and wiped what little there was of the clear spunk and rolled it in his fingers. And so that's how we were first introduced to the fine art of mutual masturbation and onanism. An art we attempted to perfect, solo practicing daily, morning, maybe noon, and night and any chance we had, to practice with a friend or two. You know, in a shower, under covers, in the woods, etc. Anything for a tingle together. We just liked hard dicks too. These `blanks', as Boomer had called them, were pretty awesome for us at the time. But one by one, we started experiencing the more ground shaking thrill of the `squirt'. We would have a groupie in the old tent, gather around the new shooter, take turns on his newly spunking spurter, and taste it. Yes, little freckle faced Lorry started that, when he scooped the stringer off the leaking trunk of Chas, pushed his glasses back and licked it off his fingers. My first conversion from blanks to spurts was certainly much greater than those empty tosses were. It started with usual tingling, then progressed to the expected shivers but then when I started to gasp deeper, a violent shudder wracked through me. Jeez! I bounced on my pinching cheeks and although this `let it pee' shiver stage was almost as the same as the dry cumming, it was that exhilarating 'release' of my first spiral of virgin spunk out my throbbing teen spigot that sealed it for me. Hooked. Oopps... gotta take a break. Remembering and typing `bout all this spunkin' and spurtin' kinda got me off. Have to clean the keyboard now... ...Phew. K now, back, keyboard de-spunked. And now I can carry on with two hands, at least for a bit that is. lol. How `bout you ? So that was my intro to the teenage spurt sport at age 12. It continued to expand because of little red haired Lawrence who liked the taste of the cumm he swiped, and so the one time when he was tossing me, he dropped his head down and sucked on my knob as I spurted into his mouth! And now we had another means of spunking up, all of us agreeing we liked the feel of lips on our boners, or hard bones in our mouths as we sucked each other's balls dry. I had turned 13 now and was starting to wear the curly blond badge of age on my pubes, and the few guys that could swallow my bone all the way, referred to it as a `lip tickler'. When we had the usual test of who had the biggest and longest, it was squirt loads now, not pee arches anymore. I won with one spurt well above my belly button and the puddle was like, 5" long and a half inch wide and everyone had a swipe of the winning spew. A lot of our original gang had drifted away in search of a new found pet, the pussy. But there remained a few hardcore cock diehards and we also attracted some more that liked to walk on the same side of the street as us. Shit, so here I go again, getting sidetracked and dragging this out, what was supposed to be a short tale, out even more. But if you are not too bored, I'll carry on and get to the `party bash `as quickly as I can. (Not likely, I'm having more fun than I thought I would) So we had quite a parade of these newbies as we moved our parties around to our bedrooms, rec rooms, the woods or into camping tents. The most memorable, that notched it up another level, was in Marty's tent one afternoon. Five of us were slumming, naked as usual, and watching porn on tablets. The four others were paired up, leaving me solo, sitting, feet out and crossed, leaning over on my elbow, looking down at my tablet as I rolled my knob inside my hoody, hoping Slick or Big Dick Ryder would show for a blow. And sometimes at these casual parties, someone would want to bring a friend. Hey, young cock fresh out of the shorts always welcome, right? So Waldo, who was our age, phoned me because he had his 11 or so cousin Dylan and his friend visiting, "We've been fooling around, like playing grabby crotch you know, and when they had me down and were squeezing my bone, I asked Dylan if they'd like to fool around again like we had done before. He nodded quickly, and his friend who is a little shy, hesitated a bit, then nodded and they both squeezed themselves. But with our other younger cousins here, we need a place to mess around. I suggested your tent, you are there right? ... Great! And I told them you guys are cool and like to mess around too. Be there in a jiff!" then whispered, "They're suck virgins too I think. It was a while ago they were here and I showed them how to toss and they just fired blanks but were quite impressed when they tossed me and I gave them a spurt show". Sounded good, hot new younger boys always welcome no matter where they are in the development chain. Like the old saying goes about a stiff cock, hot lips have no conscience either. Boy they must've been horny because it was only about 4 minutes when I heard the sound of brakes screeching, wheels sliding, the banging of dropped bikes and a chorus of giggling. The flap of the tent flew up and they came tumbling in, all panting hard, there bare chests with a slight sheen of sweat. The boys stopped, jaws down, eyes bugged as the surveyed the place. And you could see why too. Marty and Jorgen were lying naked back on one bag, hip to hip, a hand holding up a tablet between them as they absently played with each other's bones too. Otto and Colt were sitting side by side, looking down at the tablet they shared on their thighs as they too fondled each other's fudge pushers. I was alone on a bag, looking at my tablet snapping my boner down when I realized I was the lucky one now because I was solo and there were three of them. Right! And they sure were angelic fodder, so I set my tablet down, leaned back and spread my feet to present my flickering wick better to them. Waldo pointed at each of us and told them our names, then turned to the kid beside him who a bit short, with black curly hair and who seemed like a bit of a spitball. He was looking at all us naked guys, bouncing from foot to foot as he squeezed his crotch and Waldo tussled that curly hair, "And this horndog is my cuz Dylan. He wants to molest me, so he'll get me in the proper attire like you are in, then we can proceed!" He always was quite the joker and he then pointed at the other boy, "and that gorgeous Adonis is Fabian, his best friend and who seems a little shy," then pointed down at me, "so Fabe, get comfortably attired like jay there, join him and get acquainted with him... all of him. K?" I made my bone bob in appreciation. God, he was gorgeous, and sure was a real Adonis. And as he nodded, he kept glancing down at my welcoming junk. Okay, Fabian, a young Adonis, awesome. A fine shag of white blond hair, taller than Dylan, lean, but with well- defined muscles, full pink lips and haunting twinkling and bright grey eyes. His cheeks dimpled too as he smiled at me when I rose up and he tried not to be too obvious glimpsing down at my, what I hoped was for him, a boned teaser. He did seem a little nervous when we knuckled, "Well Fabian, sure nice to meet you. Get yourself comfy and sit down and we can look at some vids as we get to know each other." I dropped back down and his cheeks flushed pink a bit as he slowly turned away and looked at the pile of clothes then started working his cutoffs down. I glanced over at the others and shit, Dylan was already naked and full boned and was now working Waldo's shorts down! He grinned when the semi flipped up, and he looked down at it, grabbed it underhanded, and pulled on it, "Howdy stranger! Long time no see. Ready for some fun again?" Jeez, just like his cousin... When I turned back to Fabian, I saw that his cutoffs were quite tight and had been kinda wiggling them down, and boy did he ever reveal a classic boy ass. Yes, two smooth globes of white marble, and then when he bent down to take them off, those tight buns dimpled as he pinched them, his pink rose peeking out between them and winking. OMG, OMFG! Otto and Colt were ignoring their tablet now and were watching the new fish strip and Marty and Jorgen had likewise sat up to look past them to catch a look at some fresh teen cock. All four had stopped fondling the cocks in their hands. Naturally, new always wins. Fabe turned back to me, still a little hesitant and still a little shy, his hand down flat over his pecker, the fingertips cupped under his balls, his skin pucker just peeking out from under the hand and up beside his wrist. Nice. I kinda frowned at him, like what's the problem? So he hesitated for a moment, then shrugged as his `face' cheeks went a little pinker, and took his hand away. I looked surprised as I glanced down at his precious boner, and raised my brow, "Holy shit! You sure you're only 12?" He looked surprised, then proud, then modestly smiled, "Well no, I'm actually 12½," he repiled in a still high voice, and giggled as he made it bob. You know a half year is a lot at that age, and he was suddenly more relaxed as I turned back to my sleeping bag. I noticed Waldo had already dropped down between us and the others, and was lying back with his hands behind his head. Dylan had dropped down on his knees beside him and was beginning to play with Waldo's boner, not the least bit shy in front of the others. Wow! When I dropped down on my bag, Fabian didn't hesitate now, and sat down close beside me making our naked sides touch, just like the others, a good sign. He gave that shag of blond hair a toss as we gave each other a closer look over. He was so smooth, a nice tan on his fair skin, his tan line showing he wore a skimpy bikini. Nice. Such smooth skin, not even peach fuzz on his upper lip, or his underarm, or on his baby smooth pubes. More nice. Like I said, he was lean but with well-defined muscles on his body as well as on his teen cock. On the thicker side, a good straight up 5", the skin tight over the muscular ribs down the sides, as well as the nodule over the prime tip inside. It was back enough now that its pink lips were peeking out at me. Yes. I thought I would have to take the lead, so he surprised me when he stared at my bone, "I really like your dick, it's...so big and... well, can I feel it?" and blushed. Wow! Not too forward now, eh? "Sure, but I gotta feel your beaut too" Dimples formed in his cheeks again as he hunched over, and giggled as he pressed his boner down and let it flip up, "Sure hope so. I love it when someone does" then reached over and three fingered my throbbing shaft, "and yours is a super beaut!" and giggled some more. Wha... jeez he sure is a sleeper. He tilted his head then squeezed mine up and down several times, slowly rolling my hoody off and on, then hit me with another surprise, "It looks so... so tasty... can I try it?" Wowzer! Shit I've been hustled! And I love it! I nodded and leaned back on my hands, my cock straight up in his fist now. He kept my cap furled back and the little bugger gave it the tongue drag, making me gasp, bolt up off my hands and grab those golden locks of his. Damn. A `real' sleeper too. He knew the whole routine too, tongue swirl, knob suck, then the suck/slides. I glanced over and sure enough, Waldo was leaned back on his hands, eyes closed and Dylan's head of black curls was bobbing on his cock too. Colt was leaned back on his elbows now, and Otto was lying over his chest to watch those bobbing curls beside them. Boy, was Fabian ever working my charge up fast, so I held his head still in his mid-suck, "Whoa you are good, but I don't want to fire a rocket yet. I need a taste treat too" I regretfully let go of those silken locks and he rose off my piston, smiled at me as he smacked his lips, "Sure. Mmm... tasty. And I love the feel of your lovely big knob on my tongue".and dimple cheeked grinned. He seductively smiled at me as he lay back on his elbows, and giggled some more as he made that iron muscle bob, anxiously waiting me. I leaned over for my treat. The cap was still over, so I opened my mouth, moved it over that fleshy nodule and clamped my lips just past it, tight on the outer skin of the hard shaft just below that nodule on the end. I kept them tight as I started sliding the outer skin down with my tight lips so the glassy tip slithered out of the foreskin as it furled off that sensitive knob, its coating of fresh boy knob nectar so tasty as it snaked down along my rough tongue till my lips hit his smooth pubes. Deeped! The mixed bouquet of teen sex hormonal scent and the boy aroma emanating off his sweaty pubes and balls that were drifting up into my nose over them, enhanced that salty/sweet elixir his cockhead was leaving. Both of these were further enhanced from the rippling feelings between my tight lips as they slid over those ridges of beautifully hard boy cock muscle. I got the expected reaction, gasp, bolt up, squeeze head and gag over top me. He suddenly didn't seem to be the shy virgin that he looked like at first. I did several suck/slides on his Adonis dick and thought I'd like to do a 69er on him, to see if he liked it as much as I do, so I reluctantly pulled off his slick dick, savoring that after-suck taste. When I lifted off, I took a better look at that delicious plum I'd just peeled. It was the perfect spearhead, glistening light pink, pointed with a long taper down to the wide flare, a great plunger. His pink hairless beanbag was uptight, just slightly wrinkled, the cumm beans not real big, but a fair size and firm with the percolating teen squigglies growing in them. I happened to glance over and saw that Otto and Colt were still watching Waldo and Dylan between us. Waldo was now sitting up and Dylan was standing with his shorts in his hands taking something out of them. A tube of something? I glanced back at Fabian who gave me a devious smile, and when I looked back at Waldo, his cuz was straddling Waldo's thighs on his hands and knees, facing away as Waldo worked a finger in his asshole! Shit is he doing do what I think he is? I mean I do it to myself sometimes and wondered what it would be like if someone else did me. I suddenly realized why Waldo wanted to come over here since his other cuzzes were around. Maybe Fabian will want to do it? Then to my surprise, little Dylan turned back facing Waldo, straddled his thighs again, knelt down and started coating Waldo's flickering hardon! Cripes! I think they're gonna fuck! Waldo grinned like a 25 cent whore at us, then over at Otto and Colt, "Surprise guys! They wanted me to fuck them and we thought it was safer over here. You mind?" Boy did he ever get 5 rapidly shaking heads, and blipping boners too! Dylan glanced over at Fabian and gave him a slight nod. Fabian climbed over me on his hands and knees, lay down, tilted his head and reached under Dylan's balls and grabbed Waldo's slimy cock. He was gonna be pilot and guide it into the cockpit! Dylan was looking down at Fabian, and when his cuz nodded, he closed his eyes and slowly started lowering down on the glazed teen spike. After a slight decent, he paused, gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes, flopped his head forward and gasped, the oily orb obviously now starting to spread his tight boy rose... Shit guys! I gotta go now. I was sure I could tell the whole thing at one time, but I never even got close to the party. And as per usual, when I tried to set the scene, I got carried away and diverged to the background of these little guys who make me so horny. Did you guys mind my divergence to these horny little cocksucking fuckers so far? Anyhow. better excuse myself for now, I've got a class to attend. And I'll be back as soon as I can to finish, so, don't worry, I love to type... toss... type... toss... type... lol... Dickeydoo2@gmx.com DD C'mon, have you shot some coin to the boys at Nifty yet?