Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2019 21:39:26 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Terry Shares His Bits Part 1 | "Above the Garage" | (Bi) (YF) "I guess I was about 6 when I did it" Terry Mure was telling his two best friends, as they lay naked, sweat and passion cooling on their 12-year-old bodies. "No way!" replied Cory, laughing. "You're such a liar." "It's possible," Becky interjected, reminding them she'd been 10 when she'd been fingered by a cousin. Terry's first recollection of being touched erotically may have been even earlier, with a baby sitter when he was four. Back then, his parents had gotten divorced, and though they tried to keep a calm environment for Terry, he was hammered by stress. His mom later told Terry that though he'd been out of diapers for a year, he started to regress, wetting the bed every night. Frequently, he had accidents during the day. Eventually, one day he wore cartoon underpants to the playground, and the next he was in pull-ups all over again. At night, he was in diapers. His parents were calm and supportive with him, even if they yelled at one another when they met for custodial handoff. During the week, he was with his mom, and a college baby-sitter picked him up from daycare for the rest of the afternoon. A few memories of playing imaginary games, sometimes with her friends. A hand in his pants to check if he were wet. His shorts off, and with it his soggy pull-up. Terry couldn't remember their names, or what they looked like. Only some long hair falling onto his naked legs, tickling. Some laughter, and he remembered something really great happened, but not what. He just remembered looking forward to his sitter changing him. Two years later, Terry had outgrown his day and nighttime problems, except for a couple of accidents in first grade. His mom had remarried to a nice guy named Phil, who treated him like his own son. His mom's belly began to swell, and she sat Terry down to give him the good news he'd soon have a little brother. Terry didn't really think much about that, until the day his parents brought home a little baby. Suddenly, he was no longer the center of his own universe. It seemed like the squalling little monster was demanding all the family's attention, and Terry was jealous of their cooing and belly rubbing when his brother Tom was being changed. Terry's bed wetting returned. It wasn't a conscious thing, and at 6, he was ashamed when his mom and Phil put him in diapers for older kids. His parents knew he'd outgrow it again. But until then, every night he'd play video games in thick diapers, knowing he'd wake up the next day cold and soaked. His mom had tried to teach him how to put his diapers on, but he insisted she help him. Years later, she let him know she'd known he needed the extra attention and vulnerability with his parents. So she also cleaned him up in the morning, ignoring the erections he vaguely remembered from the process. Terry's parents had a regular babysitter while they worked. One weekend, they needed to leave town for a family emergency, and the regular wasn't available. But she had a teenage daughter who could take care of both boys, though. She was a pretty brunette, with typical 80s hair and clothes. She turned out to be lots of fun. Barb already knew Terry's embarrassing secret, and put him completely at ease when it was time to get ready for bed. She helped Terry out of his trousers. "E.T.!" Barb exclaimed, when she saw his colorful underwear. "I love that movie!" While the teenager stripped his little briefs off, they talked all about Elliott and E.T. Maybe it was the pendulous breasts swaying above him, or maybe it was the intimacy with Barb, but he grew hard. He remembered this because she laughed, and held his penis for a moment. "Some day, you're going to make a girl very happy," she said said through a sly smile. He didn't understand what she meant then, but thinking back to that night, and telling Cory and Becky about it, he felt his 4 inch dick growing again in his tight, white briefs. He could see Cory's dick twitching in his underpants, and Becky seemed to have grown flushed. He told them how Barb slowly stroked him, a motion he memorized by practice ever since. After a minute, she laughed. "Time to put your penis to bed." She kissed the tip, and then sealed him up in his soft, crinkly diapers. The next day, Barb got him up for breakfast, with Tommy sleeping in her arm. But first, she needed to help Terry out of his sopping wet diaper. Laying Terry down, she popped the straps and slid the boy out of his shameful baby wrapper. She slowly cleaned him with baby wipes, and he felt so contented and loved that he grew hard again as she spread rash cream around his groin, on his bottom, and between his cheeks. He felt her finger rubbing a little on his anus, which must have made his dick throb, because Barb giggled. She spent long moments creaming his tiny nuts and hard on, smiling as she stroked cream into him. Then she stood him up, helped him into a pair of Spiderman undies. Over cereal, Barb told him they'd be spending the day at home. It was summer, and he didn't have to wear anything but his little briefs while they played games. Tom cried very little, and slept a lot between bottle feedings. When it got hot, Barb changed into a bikini and turned on the backyard sprinklers for Terry to run through. Beforehand, she spread lots of sunscreen on his soft little body, kneading it into his legs and arms and tummy, and he felt his wienie hardening once again. Barb laughed, and swatted him lightly on his Spiderbutt. Time passed quickly as Terry laughed and splashed in the grass. Tom started wailing, and Barb asked Terry for some help. "Your brother needs to be changed," she said. "Can you watch him for a minute while I get the stuff?" Terry nodded. He still didn't like the little parasite, but he'd do the big boy job. Quickly drying off, he sat down and held his crying little brother. This was the first time he remembered ever doing holding Tom, and as he did, his feelings began to change. Terry could sense the same vulnerability he craved to feel, and the responsibility he needed to show his little brother. Barb returned, lay Tom down, and was starting to clean the infant when Terry asked if he could help. Pleasantly surprised, Barb said, "sure," and coached him through using wipes through the gross residue. As he spread cream around his brother's groin, and into his bottom, Terry's cock grew hard again. This was a guilty detail he didn't tell Cory and Becky though. He just remembered Barb's fingers stroking up and down his back, while he finished diapering his brother. Then she squeezed Terry's rump through his damp briefs, and told him they both needed to go and wash their hands. He couldn't remember the exact sequence of events that later lead to Barb and he sharing a chaise lounge in the sun. But he was lying back against her, as her fingers traced up and down his soft young thighs. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, as her fingers dragged across the front of his tiny briefs, rubbing the lump striking across Spiderman's web. "Uh-huh!" was all he could manage, as her teenage index finger rubbed and down his childish pole. "Can you keep a secret?" she softly whispered in his ear. "Uh-huh. I keep secrets!" She swore him to secrecy about their special friend games, while her fingers slid under the waistband of his snug underpants. When he told Cory and Becky about it so many years later, this was the first time he'd ever violated that secret. His friends held their breath as he described her thumb and forefinger clasping his circumcised dick, stroking it slowly in the hot August air. Then, she pulled off his undies, stroking the undersides of his thighs, his undescended nuts, and his torso. Terry next remembered being in his room, with Tom asleep next to him on the bed. Barb's top was gone, and she was straddling him. He stared in wonder at the breasts hanging above him. "Would you like to touch them?" 
He nodded, and reached up to squeeze the wonder bags. "Ow!" she squawked. "Not so hard." Terry remembered Barb telling him to suck her nipples, and he eagerly did, while her fingers stroked him lovingly. Flashes of memory. Barb's chest heaving. Barb moaning. Her finger tips dragging his dick up and down the front of her damp bikini bottoms. He couldn't remember if he came. But he remembered Nap Time. "I don't take naps anymore," Terry complained. "Yeah, but I do," Barb chuckled. "Can you try?" He liked his new baby sitter so much, he grudgingly agreed. After Barb wheeled in Tom's portable cradle, she got Terry into diapers, just in case of an accident while he slept. They shut the curtains, and Barb curled around him. Her soft, warm teenage breasts smashed into Terry's little back, and she slid one hand into the front his diaper. The last he remembered was her masturbating him to sleep. "I don't believe a word of it!" Cory grinned. But even if he didn't, he'd gotten fully aroused by the story, and his 3 inch boyhood stretched once again up the front his semen-moistened, bone-white briefs. "Dude, why would he tell us an embarrassing story if he was making it up?" Becky retorted. "He could have just lied and not mentioned bed wetting." "I already knew he used to piss the bed," Cory argued. "Well I sure as hell didn't." But they already knew more about each other than anyone else. She'd already told them about the two times she woken up to her 14-year-old cousin in her bed, her hand in Becky's panties to rub Becky'a 10-year-old clit. She'd grind her jeans into Becky's bottom, until the older girl groaned with "tingles," and then left. She was a nice cousin, and later apologized, so Becky didn't think much about it. Plus, she learned a new skill she loved. While the middle schoolers talked, Becky drew her finger up and down the vague camel toe pressing through her pink, wet panties. The thought of Terry in diapers seemed kind of hot. He was super cute, with his little nose and outdated blonde bowl cut. And she really liked how his cock was stretching out the front of his tight, white briefs. As they lay on the bed in the unused guest room above Terry's family's garage, renewed sexual tension pulled at the middle schoolers. They'd been best friends for years, and Terry had introduced Cory to beating off when they were in 4th grade, and slowly learned other ways the boys could please each other. Weirdly, Cory had never thought to ask where Terry learned how. Maybe Terry wasn't kidding about learning from a high school girl. Cory gazed at Becky's small, firm breasts, her pink areola hardening as she slowly fondled herself. He and Terry had only recently introduced their best friend to their favorite hobby that summer. He couldn't remember how it happened, but ever since, they'd been getting together at Terry's a couple of times a week while his parents were working. They hadn't gone all the way, and they'd leave their undies on every time. But earlier that very afternoon, Becky had progressed beyond stroking Cory through his briefs, snaking through his fly to caress and jerk his hairless dick. At the same time, he'd wormed into Terry's snug white underpants, pulling the other boy's hardness out through the fly. He stroked his friend's length, while kissing and sucking on his drooling young knob. Terry had lain his head on Becky's soft young thighs, reaching with one hand to rub the front of her silky panties, while using the other to caress her little buttocks. They were almost as firm as Cory's, he thought. Becky let him slid her panties down a little ways, so he could kiss the slightly furred slit. They'd all ended in exhausting, sweaty climaxes. But after Terry's story, the three kids were hungry for more. Cory crawled over to Terry, and, and slid his hand up and down the front of the other boy's thick white briefs, caressing the turgid tube straining up toward his waistband. Then, glancing over at Becky for a second with a smile, Cory leaned down to kiss his friend on the lips. Becky gasped. She'd never kissed either boy, nor seen them kiss each other. But the boys had been practicing for a long time. Their lips were locked in passion, tongues twirling in a tango of desire. Terry reached up to grasp his friend by the knob, as it surged against his soft, bleached briefs. Twirling his fingers round the tip, he made Cory moan into his mouth. Within moments, the boys were running their fingers up and down each's other's cock's, polishing their pulsating poles with damp cotton. Removing his lips for Terry's for a moment, he whispered into his friend's ear, "Can I take these off?" Neither boy had been completely naked in front of Becky since a backyard show and tell in 5th grade. Terry grinned and nodded, lifting his hips so Cory could peel his tight woven undies off, freeing his pulsating 4 inches. The boys heard a sharp inhale from Becky and looked over at the cute young girl. Her eyes were wide, her jaw open, slightly smiling at the sight of Terry's hardness. It was thick for his age, rising above a light dusting of blonde pubes. His hairless scrotum was pulling tightly against his young body, and his rigid member pulsed with his heartbeat. As Becky pressed a throw pillow against her crotch, Terry reached up with both hands to peel Cory's snug cotton undies down, over his bubble butt. He pulled the waistband out in the front, so it wouldn't snap his friend's dick. Cory stood up and slid off his underpants, revealing his utterly hairless groin. The 3 inch dick wasn't nearly as wide as Terry's, and his nuts still hugged his body. But he could shoot a good stream of clear boy nectar, and Terry wanted that sweet and salty flavor again. Reaching up with both hands to pull his friend over, Terry guided Cory to a kneeling position across his chest. Cory grinned down at his friend, as his pulsing prong bounced across Terry's pert young lips. "Are you gonna...?" Becky asked in wonder. Terry looked over at the the hot young grinned and nodded. He preferred Cory, though the sight of her rubbing a pillow against her cunt made his dick lunge. He kissed the head of Cory's dick several times, then licked the underside. They knew what each other liked, so Terry dragged the tip up and back until Cory moaned, and a little flavor released from his piss hole. Terry drilled into that gap for more, making his friend groan, and clutch him with two fists full of hair. At the same time, Terry caressed his friend's smooth bubble bottom, occasionally using his nails to gently rake against the tender flesh. He pursed his lips and sealed them around Cory's helmet, licking round and around, and sucking the boy until he shook. Cory pushed Terry away. "Hold on a sec," he heaved. Turning around so that his knees were spread on either side of Terry's head, Cory rested on his elbows to gaze at his friend's pounding tumescence. He loved the feel of it it his hand, but moreover he loved to slide that meat into his mouth. Cory kissed his way down Terry's rigid length, until he reach that velveteen sack. Kissing each orb tenderly, he licked arabesques around their circumference, teasing moans from his friend. Terry responded by cupping Cory's nuts, and he could feel then straining as each heart beat pounded a message of desire through his friend's 12-year-old penis. While massaging the other boy's balls, Terry took a thumb and forefinger to Cory's shaft, stroking and licking his way up and back. In turn, Cory sealed his mouth lips around Terry's knob, sucking as he forced the thick rod down in, and slightly down his throat. Pulling back a little, he ungulates his tongue along Terry's love torpedo. Sliding his mouth up and back and using his cheeks, Cory was driving his friend nuts. Cory briefly pulled off to wet a finger, then returned to the feast, enjoying every drop of salty sweet pre-cum flowing into his ravenous mouth. With his wet finger, Cory reached past Terry's tightly constricting balls, and into his sweaty crevice. Sliding his finger up the valley, he soon reached his friend's tightly locked rosebud. But then he worked his finger like a key, and he heard both of his friend's gasp. At the same time, Cory could feel a finger at his own entrance, working its way in circles until it finally opened him up. Becky whispered breathily, "Are you guys putting your fingers in each other's buttholes?" They sounded out a mouthful of "Yes," but would have to explain later, as they grunted in pleasure. They loved to impale each other with their fingers, and even more the feelings inside their assholes. They were sucking harder now. Slick squelching sounds filled the little bedroom, mixed with muffled moans. Their tongues worked hard against each other's cock's, while their fingers moved in and out of each other's boy pussies. Their hips thrust their cocks forward, and their asses back in a mounting fury. Moments later, Terry pulled off of Cory. His eyes clenched shut, and his teeth ground, as he squealed high and loud. To Cory, it felt like Terry's anus would bit his finger in two, while the first jet of salty boy milk shot into his mouth. Terry moaned and shot 3 more times, while Cory swallowed every bit of his friend's savory treats. Terry slowly opened his eyes. "That was so fucking good, Cory!" Then he closed his mouth around his friend's desperately angry, circumcised knob, and sucked and licked him hard. At the same time, he stroked the length of Cory's shaft hard and fast, with two fingers and a thumb. With his other hand, he fingered his friend's sensitive love tunnel with the same rhythm. "Ggggaaahhh!" Becky cried out, screaming with delight as her orgasm eclipsed the live boy porn she watched. The naughtiness of being watched pushed Cory over the edge, and Terry milked a thin jet of sweet and salty nut nectar. As his friend groaned in explosive pleasure, Terry masturbated two more little spurts, then slowed as his friend pulsed drily in his mouth. Cory rested his head on Terry's thigh as he caught his breath from one of the most powerful orgasms of his young life. He could barely talk, and only chuckled when he heard Becky ask: "You boys want to play `Babysitter,'" sometime?