Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2016 05:16:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jizzmo: The Origon of Jizzmo

I first posted this story in 2003. I felt it interesting enough to re-post it.

I don't think it will take a genius to figure out that this it total
fiction. It started out of nowhere, the name coming to me out of the blue
for some obscure reason, and the entire story was formed around it. I've
pretty much written it as I went, doing so over the space of two days. So,
if incest and pedophilia isn't your thing then I suggest you turn around
and skedaddle right now. Otherwise, enjoy.

Hugs
Tag

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My name is James and of course when I was a little boy sometimes it was
Jimmy but my dad always called me Gizmo. You know, like when you've got a
tool or something and you don't know its name or can't remember it, you
call it a gizmo. Anyhow, how the hell my dad came up with that nickname
I'll never know but the nickname stuck, for the most part.

The family I grew up in, my biological family, was at best a little bit
stranger than most. I can say that now, as an adult looking back on it.
When I was a kid, and up until I was in my late teens, I assumed that in
most families people had sex with each other, that family members wandered
around naked quite a bit, as long as there weren't any people around. That
is, people who weren't prepared for the things that took place behind the
walls of our private compound on our country estate.

My family had money, from what I know now, a hell of a lot of it. It's been
said that the rich play by a slightly different set of rules than those who
aren't rich and if my family was any kind of yardstick for that statement
then it followed that it had to be true.

I was the fourth of seven children, those older than me being boys, the
younger ones two girls and the baby, a boy named Matthew. It was sort of
strange because I was kind of an odd boy out so to speak. The youngest of
my older brothers was almost five years older than me and the next younger
below me four years difference, while those in each group were closer to
each other within a year or so.

I had watched my parents have sex for as long as I could remember, knowing
both the correct names of all the body parts as well as the slang terms
almost before I could name the household furniture. I also learned that I
wasn't to say them outside of our home or when we had company, at least
company that was wearing clothes. Without clothes, all bets were off.

It wasn't at all unusual for me as a toddler to wander into my parent's
room, or somewhere else for that matter, while my father was fucking my
mother, ramming his big fat cock in and out of her cunt while she all but
screamed at him to fuck her even harder. Sometimes I would wander over to
their bed, my little dick bobbing along as I went, and crawl up on the bed
next to them. My father would always accommodate my wandering eyes by
changing positions so that I could get right down there and see just what
was going on. I was allowed to put my little hand there and explore the
plumbing while it was being used, that is if I wanted to. I need to make it
very clear that at no time were any of us forced, coerced, bribed, cajoled
or otherwise made to feel like we had to do anything that we didn't want
to. Needless to say that philosophy didn't extend to chores or school work
or other learning endeavors.

I can clearly remember nursing when I three or so with my mother on her
side holding me in place while my father fucked her from behind. I remember
my little foot was even with her cunt and my toes curled and uncurled in
her hair and rubbed against her clitoris. I remember the feeling of my
dad's cock rubbing against my toes as he drove back and forth into her
cunt. Yes, I was nursing at three and that was encouraged as breast milk
was so much healthier for babies. Of course I continued to suckle at my
mother's breasts, like all my brothers and sisters until we left home in
our late teens, but that was for emotional nourishment.

When I was older, like eight or nine those memories came flooding back to
me once as I watched my mother nursing my baby brother Matthew. Matthew was
on his back on my parents huge bed and my mother was on her hands and knees
above him, mom's magnificent breasts hanging like large melons above the
baby. Matthew was nursing on one of them, his chubby little hands sort of
holding onto the fatty globe. My second oldest brother, who was like
fourteen or so, was behind mom, fucking her for all he was worth.  Jonathan
was holding onto mom's hips as he slammed into pussy, at least I think it
was her pussy; it could well have been her asshole for all I knew. Anyhow I
could tell he was really getting into it because his head was sort of
tossed back and he was making all kinds of noise. Anyhow, he was fucking
her so hard that every once in a while mom would rock forward, pulling her
nipple out of Matthew's mouth which caused the baby to get pissed at the
loss of his meal. Mother would tell Jon to stop until the feeding tube was
reinserted into the baby's mouth then Jon would get back to work.

Of course my brother acknowledged my presence by saying hello during the
lull in their activity. He didn't ask if I wanted a closer look. If I
wanted to look I could have just as easily climbed up on the bed to see for
myself and I would have been welcome to do so. The fact was that I had
fucked our mother before, had watched as my brothers and our father and
others had fucked her so it wasn't really a novelty. I was interested in
something else though so slipped out of my briefs and stroked on my hard
little cock as I walked closer and climbed up on the bed.

Kneeling next to them, I reached in between Jon's legs and felt on his
hefty balls while he resumed fucking our mother. He went slowly though so
that he wouldn't dislodge my hand. With my other hand I reached down under
my mother and felt on her pussy, rubbing my fingers across her clit then
moving to where Jon's cock was sliding in and out of her cunt. They all
liked it when one of us younger kids felt their organs when they were
fucking or sucking. They said it added a new dimension to the feelings.

"Don't worry Jizzmo," my brother said, "I won't forget you." He picked up
speed and got back down to the business of fucking our mother and soon he
was ramming into her and she was screaming out that she was
cumming. Fortunately baby Matthew was done eating because there was no way
that nipple would have stayed in the baby's mouth the way my mother was
rocking about.

"Get ready Jizzmo," Jon said and I sat on the bed right next to my mother's
butt and facing Jon; then everything happened at once. Without another word
Jon pulled his big cock out of mother's cunt, mom went flat on the bed and
Jon turned toward me. I put my face in close, took hold of Jon's cock and
began jacking him off. I kept his foreskin retracted so that his sperm
would go where I wanted it and not everywhere else. All of a sudden he was
squirting out sperm, all over my face.

"Yeah Jizzmo, yeah, get my sperm on your face, yeah, good boy Jizzmo," he
said loudly. I kept on jacking his cock and directing the spurting head so
his cum went on my eyelids, nose, lips, cheeks, everywhere and since my
brother was like our father and oldest brother Patrick, he made a lot of
cum. I was in seventh heaven. I loved having sperm on my face; loved having
the warm goo covering all over my smooth skin. I loved having it anywhere
on my body but I loved it on my face first and my cock and balls second.

With my free hand I wiped some cum from my face and began jacking myself
off, using Jon's cum as a lube. By then he had slowed down to an ooze so I
leaned forward and took the fat head into my mouth and suckled him,
cleaning the seeping cum off with my tongue. Pretty soon I was cumming too,
my slender little body wracked with spasm's all the while my brother and
mother telling me I was a good boy, and to keep going, and how hot it was
seeing my smooth young face covered in Jon's cum. It was pretty hot and it
was a fairly common occurrence.

But I digress.

I won't say I was initiated into sexual behaviors because that wasn't the
case any more I was initiated into learning any other things in life. It
just happened. If I came across my parents or my brothers having sex or
even just wandering around naked, my natural curiosities were allowed the
follow their course. My older brothers experienced life that way as did my
younger siblings. Many a time when I was involved sexually with someone,
one of them would wander in and want to look or participate and they were
always welcomed. So, that meant that looking, touching and feeling were the
first things we all did and needless to say I did a lot of that. What child
wouldn't?

Of course alot of my earlier experiences were with my older brothers for
the obvious reasons; I was around them more. We were children together
after all even though they were older than me. By the time I was three I
often took my baths with Thomas and sometimes with my middle older brother
Jonathan and when we were done they would always help me dry off. If I
wanted to touch their cocks or their balls I was allowed to and of course
when I did they always got hard. And I got hard as well when anyone touched
my little cocklet and needless to say that was often as I too had found out
early just how good it felt.

By the time I was four I was able to jack my brother's off and by age five
I was jacking Thomas and Jon off on a regular basis, amazed at how I was
able to make them feel so good and loving that they would let me. Jon, at
eleven, was just beginning to make sperm and I thought that was really neat
but I really loved jacking off our oldest brother Patrick.

Patrick was seven years older than me and his cock was so big in my little
hand. He was just getting the hair all around his stuff and that reminded
me of our father. I loved to put my face in Patrick's crotch, loved the
smells of him and loved the feel of his hard cock against the smooth skin
of my face. When I jacked Pat off he would have to hold my hand against his
cock and do it for me because he said it would take too long
otherwise. When he got close to making the stuff squirt out he would let go
and let me finish him off by myself. Patrick made so much of the stuff that
it was like a fountain going off and even at that young an age my own
little cock got even harder when he did it. It wasn't like it was strange
to me though as I'd seen my father make sperms a million times, it's just
that doing it with my older brother was better because he was my brother, a
kid like me.

My brothers all would jack me off as well and so I learned the feelings of
a dry orgasm at a very early age, along with how to perform oral sex as
well. My father was the first person so suck on my cock, in fact my parents
were the first to show me almost everything, and so it was that was that at
the same time I tasted my first pussy. I wasn't quite five yet.

I had found my parents engaged in a sixty nine in our pool house one
afternoon. Mom was sucking on my father's huge cock; I learned later that
it was actually close to nine and a half inches long, taking most of it
into her mouth, while at the other end my father had his face buried in my
mother's hairy cunt.

"Hey Gizmo," my father said when he saw me come in the room. Our parents
were very rarely so busy or so caught up in other things that they couldn't
take the time to acknowledge us. For our part, we learned early that if
they didn't acknowledge our presence right away then they would do so just
as soon as they were finished with whatever they were doing.  In that
manner we all learned about patience. In this case my father separated from
my mother and they both sat up, my father extending his arms toward me, a
signal to come sit on his lap. I ran over and he lifted me up and plopped
me on his knee.

"You got a boner," I said, grasping onto his thick meat and stroking it
gently, my little hand not able to encircle him. He kissed me on the lips
and I could smell my mother's cunt so I had to pass comment.

"You were eating momma's pussy weren't you?"

"Yup I sure was Gizmo. Do you want to try it; do you want to put your mouth
on momma's pussy?" I nodded my head so my father put me back on the floor
and I took the two steps to where my mother was sitting on the edge of what
passed as a sofa, which was a regular mattress that had been covered with
leather and put on a pedestal type stand along with a bunch of throw
pillows.

I got between my mother's legs and she leaned down and kissed me and of
course I smelled my father's cock on her breath. She then leaned back and
rested on her hands while my father got in close and peeled her open for
me. He showed me where to lick so I put my tongue in and licked, just where
he showed me. He told me to try to put my tongue in the little hole that
was down there and I did that too. I'd investigated mother's parts many
times before so I sort of knew where things were.

"Is it delicious Angela, having little Gizmo lick on your cunt?" My mother
mumbled that it was quite delicious. I finally got tired of it and stopped
then stepped back to my father and got between his legs. Even at that
tender age I was more fascinated by men's parts than women's.

"Can I try to suck on your cock daddy?" I asked him as I grasped a hold of
him.

"You bet Gizmo but how about if I suck on yours first so you know how to do
it?" I was more than okay with that. I had wanted to have my cock sucked on
but there were rules in the house, the first and foremost being that we
children did things at our own pace and until that day I hadn't made the
request to suck or be sucked. Most all new things had to be tried by our
parents first. The reason for such a rule was that they wanted to know for
sure that we were ready to move to the next level and not coerced in some
way by the older siblings. Of course most of our education was complete by
age eight so after that we were pretty free to engage when and with
whomever we wanted to, within reason.

"Okay daddy," I said. He lifted me up onto the platform and laid me down
between him and mother. First he showed me how to hold my lips over my
teeth so I wouldn't scrape him. Then he leaned down and took my rock hard
little cock into his mouth and I thought I was going to faint. The feelings
were nothing like I'd ever had in my life. He sucked up and down on my cock
then took my little marble sized balls in his mouth as well. Oh the
feelings that I felt that day.

"Are you having fun baby?" my mother asked, leaning over me, a pendulous
breast almost in my face. I nodded my head and reached up and fondled the
large orb, gently squeezing the nipple in my little fingers. Nipples and
tits were some of the first things I had learned about.

My dad finally stopped and sat up, asking me what I'd thought about my
first blow job. I told him it was fun and felt really good and that I was
ready to try it on him. He stayed sitting up, that way his cock was upright
as well, and told me to only try to get the head in my mouth and not to try
to do anything else. I had learned early that if I followed my father's
advice on things, my life was easier. I trusted him completely.

I did as he instructed, taking just the head inside my mouth and discovered
that it was a mouthful all by itself. My tongue explored the surface and I
tasted the sticky juice that I would soon learn was precum. As with my
mother, my mouth got sore pretty quickly.

"Are you gonna fuck momma now daddy?" I asked and he said that he was and
asked if I wanted to watch. I did. I was always fascinated when I watched
my father stuff his hard cock inside my mother's cunt. It seemed
inconceivable to me that he could get the whole thing inside of her. I just
couldn't understand where in the heck it went.

My father stood at the side of the ersatz sofa and my mother maneuvered her
butt to the edge so that they were very close together.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"You bet Gizmo, we would love for you to help. What part do you want to
do?" I'd done this before; either holding my mother's cunt lips open for
whoever's cock was going to fuck her, or I held onto the cock and helped
guide it to her hole. I had realized by the age of six or seven that my
help wasn't necessary but when I was little I was very proud of the fact
that they needed me. Being a lover of cock I elected to be the guide.

Father got in close and I took hold of his massive hard flesh just behind
the head and held it down. I knew where the thing had to go and got my face
in close to be sure I didn't miss the mark. I knew there were two holes
down there but usually the top one was where the cock was going to go. I
watched carefully as the head penetrated my mother's body then took my hand
away and just watched as my father slipped every inch of him inside of her
until his hairs were touching her butt.

"How was that Gizmo, did papa do okay?" My father asked. When I nodded my
head he asked if he should start and I gave him a thumbs up to which he
laughed. I kept my eyes on the spot where he'd gone inside and as he pulled
out I put my fingers on his shaft and felt it move then let them play
around with my mother's folds of skin just above my father's cock.

"That feels so good Jimmy," my mother told me as I twiddled with her
flesh. "What do you think about letting mommy suck on your cock while daddy
fucks me?" Would you like that?" I nodded my head and she told me to come
up to her face and kneel beside her head. I did so and she turned her head
and after a few adjustments began licking at my little balls and the
underside of my rock hard little cock while her fingers and reached between
my legs and tickled in the crack of my butt. She then pulled my cock down
and put her mouth over it and suckled me, much as I had suckled her
breasts. I loved the feelings but didn't have any orgasm.

Afterwards both of my parents told me that I was such a good boy and would
make a wonderful lover and they were so happy that I could help them make
their time together even better. I got lots of hugs and kisses from both
parents before we left to go into the house. Of course that night at the
dinner table my father announced what had transpired, that I'd enjoyed my
first oral sex both active and passive. My brothers all clapped for me and
congratulated me and my father actually proposed a toast.

In my family we made a celebration over all most everything. Gosh when
Patrick announced at the table one night that he'd made his first sperms
you'd have thought that he had become king or something. Needless to say
progress in school work, sports, music or any endeavor was met with a great
deal of fan fare. Our parents were truly proud of us in everything that we
did.

My sixth birthday was coming up and because it was considered an important
age, a party was planned with some aunts and uncles and cousins making the
long trip to our country house. Prior to age six our bottoms were untouched
by anything other than fingers when washing or a tongue. It was the same
for girls, no fingers or anything were inserted anywhere until age six. It
was a very strict rule. I head heard about an uncle who had been severely
beaten when he was twelve for violating that rule with a cousin. Age six
was deemed old enough to go the full distance. Remember though, that it
wasn't required, it was only that permission had been given and even then
there were rules. Needless to say since all of the youngsters had been
exposed to all manner of fucking for some time they were all ready and
eager to have their little holes be penetrated by fingers or the cocks of
the smaller boys. Thus, the sixth birthday was looked forward to and
celebrated almost more than any other.

However, it was almost two months before my birthday that another pivotal
event happened that would have a big influence over me.

Until I sucked my father's cock that first time, I hadn't sucked or been
sucked by any of my brothers. As I said, there were rules and one of those
was that the older children didn't introduce new things to the younger
ones; at least not by experience. Example was a different story. So, if
there was something I wanted to try, I needed to convey that information to
my parents. That meant me, not my brothers, for it was my responsibility to
speak for myself. I'd seen my brothers do just about everything
imaginable. I'd been there when eleven year old Patrick shoved his then six
inch cock into ten year old Jonathan's ass. I'd watched my brothers suck
each other enough times that I knew the basics pretty well and after father
did it that first time it became a regular practice for me. As I said
before, I'd been jacking all of them off for some time, Patrick being the
only one who actually made a lot of sperms; Jon's was still just
droplets. Pat was usually laying on his back or sitting up when I did it so
he shot out onto his belly.

So it was, one lazy Saturday, that I came across Thomas and Patrick in the
game room. They were doing what my parents had been doing when I found them
in the pool house that day only Patrick was on his back and Thomas was on
his hands and knees above Patrick, both boys sucking on each other's hard
cocks. Pat saw me and said,

"Hey Gizmo, wanna join us?" Of course I did. I adored my older brothers and
for all practical purposes they adored me, always willing to allow me to
join them in almost everything they did. I went over to them and began
playing with Thomas's balls since they were there for me. Then I went
around and did the same for Patrick, whose balls were bigger and more
hanging. I didn't play for long though cuz Thomas started moaning that he
was going to cum soon and as soon as he said it his body started shaking
like crazy and I knew that he was having the tingly feelings.

After he was done Patrick wanted to cum so asked me if I'd like to jack him
off and of course I was more than happy to do that. He got to his knees and
I got next to him and started to doing it, sliding his cock skin back and
forth.

"Can I cum on your face Thomas?" Patrick asked our brother, who said sure,
so Thomas moved and sat facing Patrick, his legs stretched out between
Pat's knees. To help things along Thomas started playing with Patrick's
balls, telling him how big they were getting and how nice they were. Of
course Patrick loved hearing about it and pretty soon announced that he was
going to cum and could I jack him off faster, which I did. Thomas was
already sitting pretty close and I watched intently, my other hand resting
on Patrick's firm little butt for balance.

"Oh gosh I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum," he groaned out, "Hold me tighter
Gizmo go faster." My hand was holding as tight as it could and I felt his
cock get hard in my little fist and then he squirted, his cum shooting out
onto Thomas's smooth face, hitting our brother right on his eyebrow, the
blob of white snot like stuff hanging down onto his eyelid. Thomas had his
mouth open so I tried to aim for it and the next squirt hit him on the nose
so I tried to get Pat's cock lower so the next squirt would go into
Thomas's mouth and it did. After that there weren't any more squirts, just
an oozing of juice that flowed out and dripped onto Thomas's leg or my
fingers.

The glob on my brother's turned up little nose was hanging onto his upper
lip so Thomas snaked his tongue out to lick it off.

"That looks pretty fun Thomas, what's it feel like?" I asked as I let go of
Patrick's cock and getting a closer look at Thomas's face.

"It's kind of fun Gizmo," he said, looking at me with one eye open while
wiping the sperm from his other eye area, "maybe you should ask father
about it." I decided that I would do just that.

My brothers asked if I wanted to go swimming with them and of course I did
so we all went outside to play in the pool. I'd learned to swim about a
year before that, and while I couldn't do it as long or as far as the rest
of the family, I could still manage the distance between two of the tall
marble statues that lined the long pool before I had to cling to the side
and work my way back to the shallow end.  After they had done a few laps
they joined me and played a game of seeing how far they could toss me out
into the pool. We got out and stood at the edge where they took hold of my
arms and legs and swung me back and forth and on the count of three letting
go and letting me fly into the water.

I didn't get to ask about the sperm on the face thing for a few days
because father was away on business. Aside from his trips he never went to
work and as I got older I found out that he simply didn't have to. Every
couple months he'd spend a few days with the lawyers and accountants and
such and that was that. For that reason we all got to spend plenty of time
together. Father taught us how to ride horses, drive a four in hand, the
arts of Kendo, fencing, and boxing. We learned how to shoot and care for
pistols and rifles, a custom built single shot 22 caliber rifle being
introduced at the age of five when we were invited to hunt with our
father. By age seven any of us, the girls included, could pluck and gut a
bird and by eleven could cut and skin a deer.

Mother taught us mathematics, the sciences, literature and art. By the time
we left home we'd read many of the classics as our library contained some
twenty thousand volumes, many of them leather bound, and we could identify
many of the classic works of art. Both of our parents taught us dance and
because of both parents we could converse in French and Italian, spending
entire days every week speaking a tongue other than our own. We also knew
enough Greek and Latin to get by, although Jonathan went on to earn a
degree in ancient languages and is a world renowned scholar.

We also learned cooking at my mother's apron strings as well as basic
domestic duties. We didn't have full time maids or other servants so it was
up to us to help keep the large house and grounds in top shape. Oh, we had
craftsmen as well as cleaning people come in from time to time as needed
and we had a regular crew of gardeners but for the most part we were a
pretty self sufficient lot. Given our proclivity for dalliances it was just
as well, even necessary.  Needless to say we were not a God fearing family
although we learned the basics of religion; Christianity and Judaism,
Buddhism, Islam.

So it happened that it was almost a week before I could approach my father
about the topic at hand and I finally told him about it as I sat on his lap
after dinner the night he returned from his trip.

"You do, do you Gizmo?" He answered after I said that I was sure that I
wanted to try it.

"What do you think of that Angela my dear?" he asked my mother who
responded that I was old enough to make the decision to try it.

"Just so," my father replied, "Well then we'll have to see what we can do
about that after your bath." I hugged his neck and kissed him then went off
to have a bath with Thomas. I was excited and told Thomas who was excited
for me.

"You'll love it Gizmo," he said. "When you get older then you can take the
sperm and use it to jack off with and make your own sperm. While I'd been
experiencing dry orgasms for over a year, somehow I'd never used my older
brother or my father's sperm to do that.  It's funny the things that escape
a person some times.

Anyway Thomas made sure I cleaned all of my body very well, not that he
needed to monitor me. Like my brothers before me and the siblings after me,
we all learned thorough hygiene at an early age, the reasons for that go
without saying. We got out, dried off and went to find father, starting
with our parent's bedroom. We found him there with Jon and Pat, the three
of them already engaged in activity on my parent's massive bed.  Father was
on his back with his legs pulled back and Jon fucking him. At eleven
Jonathon's cock was already six inches long and he was driving it into
father's ass while at the other end Pat was straddling father's face and
getting his butt hole licked.

Thomas and I ran to join the fray, me going for Patrick's cock and Thomas
for fathers.  Like I said before, I loved having my face in Patrick's
crotch. His body of course was changing and as I would eventually learn he
was at the age where boy's odors are the best, at least in my humble
opinion. I got on my hands and knees facing him and began licking on his
cock, tasting the leaking juice from his smooth and still hairless
balls. Yes, I knew about precum, where it came from and what it was for. I
was almost six after all.

Pat held his cock down for me and I took him into my mouth, sucking at
least half of the six inches of his growing young cock.

"Oh man Gizmo I love how you suck cock," Patrick panted above me which
caused father to take his mouth out of Pat's tight little ass long enough
to remind my brother's that there was to be no cumming, that the first
sperming was for me. Jonathan was the first to announce that he thought he
was getting close to squirting so gently slipped his cock out of father who
then slid out from under Patrick.

Father had me sit with my back against the elaborately carved headboard
with a feather pillow behind my back. Then he and Thomas and Jonathan got
in close and began jacking off. There was an order to things of
course. While all of us learned to read our bodies signals and to control
our urges to a certain extent, Jon being the youngest would be the first to
cum, followed by Pat and then father. To help things out a little bit,
Thomas got some Vaseline on his finger and got behind father and slipped
the finger in his ass and finger fucked him. We all knew about the prostate
gland and how you really cummed much better when it was being massaged. In
this case my brothers would be able to cum fairly quickly so Thomas's job
was to help father get to his sperming faster so that all three would cum
about the same time.

So there I was; sitting and waiting patiently, three cocks of varying size
within striking distance of my tongue if I'd wanted to lean forward. I had
reached out and was fondling my father's big balls, tugging them as I knew
he liked me to do. As predicted Jonathan squirted out first. He had gotten
in close, rubbed his cock against my smooth face then backed off an inch or
so. He wasn't making much sperms yet but it was enough. His first bit of
cum went on my cheek and the second one on my nose and that was it except
for the slight amount of oozing that he wiped on my lips.

"Darn that looks so hot Gizmo," Patrick said and as soon as Jon got out of
the way he got in closer. When Pat came, the first squirt hit my eye and
left a streak onto the top part of my cheek. I had my eyes closed for
obvious reasons and felt three other squirts hit my nose, other cheek and
lips, the latter dripping down onto my chin. Pat's cock must have slowed to
an ooze as well for I felt the sticky tip glide back and forth across my
cheek then he put the tip to my lips for me to clean off with my tongue,
which I did like a greedy half starved dog.

"Are you ready Gizmo?" I heard father ask and nodded my head. I was more
than ready. My little heart was beating like mad in my small chest; my cock
was as hard as it had ever been. I loved this. I loved having cum on my
face. I decided then and there that getting spermed in the face was going
to be a favorite past time for me. And then I really got blasted for as I
said, my father made a great deal of liquid.

I stayed in place as father's first jet of sperm hit me on my other eye,
the force of it almost a shock after my brother's more tame and less
powerful squirts. I immediately heard my father tell someone to jack me
off, quickly, and the second jet hit me between the eyes. I could feel the
ropey strand of sperm as it draped down over the bridge of my nose and onto
my inner cheek under my eye. I felt someone grasp onto my raging little
boner and stroke it, sliding up over the sensitive little head. I heard
myself moan, low in my throat as the third squirt hit the tip of my nose
and hung down onto my lips, the fourth one splattered my other eye.

"Oh yes daddy, more," I moaned out, "oh yes cum on my face please." Talking
during sex came early to all of us. The fourth squirt of sperm landed in my
mouth, on the tip of my tongue and down across my lower lip onto my chin.

"Damn that's so darned hot I'm gonna cum again," I heard Pat say and then I
came as my father's fifth jet hit me. That was the most powerful orgasm
that I'd had up until that time. The feelings were so intense that I
screamed, thrusting my little hips up off of the bed as my brother came on
my face a second time in four minutes, and my father continued to splatter
every available inch of smooth skin from my hairline to my chin. He
squirted some eight times, Thomas counted, and not a one of them went
anywhere but on my smooth young face. Even after the squirts slowed to a
drool, he put the tip of his thick fat cock head against my lips for me to
suckle on, which I happily did.

"I can't believe how that looks," Jonathan said. "Thomas get a mirror so
Gizmo can see it.  I had relaxed back onto the bed, my orgasm over but my
whole body tingling from the intensity of it. I felt movement and knew that
everyone was moving away but kept my eyes closed.

"Hold still Gizmo," my father said, "I'm going to clean off your eyes. I
felt him gently dab then tell me I could open them, which I did
carefully. My brother's were all standing next to the bed or sitting on it,
big smiles on everyone's faces. Thomas held the mirror up for me to see and
I almost didn't recognize the boy I was looking at. My entire face was
covered in white goo. I looked like a ghost, sort of. Oh, there were a few
unmarked spots but they were few indeed.

"I like it," I said and they all clapped and patted me on the shoulders and
told me what a good boy I was. Even if they hadn't have offered up such
support it wouldn't have changed my mind or my feelings about what had
happened. I truly loved it; I was one hundred percent sold at having my
face covered in sperm.

"Jeez," Thomas finally said, "Instead of Gizmo we should call you Jizzmo."
And thus my new nick name was born.