Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2019 10:27:08 +0100 (CET)
From: anyguy@tutanota.com
Subject: The Squirt

You guys know what site you're on and whether or not you should be reading
this. I had a great response from my previous story "The Shadow Game," and
many requests to write more. So here it is. I know a lot of you want true
stories. Well, this starts absolutely true. At some point it morphs into
fiction. If you want to know where that happens in the story then you will
have to email me to find out. This is a story about two siblings having
some fun discovering and exploring their sexuality. Here's an admonition:
If you're an adult and interested in underage sex...that is never
appropriate, period. Feel free to email me: anyguy@tutanota.com



The Squirt

   I grew up with five brothers in a really tiny house. We had three small
bedrooms, one for our parents and the other two for the "boys," with three
brothers in each room. We only had one bathroom—a really ancient affair
with an old toilet, a sink, and a small claw-footed tub with no
shower. >From seventh grade on I would depend on my three PE showers a week
at school to keep myself clean. During the summer and school breaks,
however, I still had to use the old tub at home. It was kind of a ritual
every couple of days. You had to announce to the family that you were going
to take a bath. This was a warning to use the bathroom now if you need to,
otherwise wait twenty minutes or so until the bather was done. For me,
another sort of ritual developed as well. More often than not, I would have
just drawn my bath (a few inches of water in the bottom of the tub was all
we were allowed) and started soaping up when my Dad would come gently
knocking on the door "Hey Bud, I need to pee." To which I faithfully
replied "Oh OK Dad, come on in."

   And in he would come. I know he checked me out—my athletic teen boy
body with not an ounce of fat. Why else would this happen over and over
with me in the tub? I realized much later that he was probably interested
in my whole package. Though I never sported a boner in front of him, I
never tried to hide my junk either. In fact, I got into washing and rinsing
my hair while he was there. He could feast his eyes on me for long minutes
with my own eyes closed. I guess it was a tacit invitation to look.

   Without being too conspicuous in his regard for my nakedness, he would
stand at the toilet, pull out his uncut dick, and pee. The fact is Dad and
the boys were very open about peeing as a group, like if we were hiking
together and such. I have no guess as to how many times I watched his dick
from my vantage point in the tub. It was right in front of me, eye-level
three feet away while he relieved himself. And of course, he had visual
access to my body just as often. He would stand there and chat a bit before
leaving. There's another thing that I would later remember, long after I
was out of the house. One day I was idly scratching my balls and then my
fingers came near my nose. The scent sparked a specific memory. That musky
male odor from my balls was exactly my dad's everyday scent. As odors can,
it triggered a whole host of images from my teen years at home. In fact, I
have been known to defer showering for a few days, just so I can rub my
balls and take in that scent from time to time.

   Well, at some point I began to realize that my Dad apparently loved my
body—my teen boy nakedness. I can only fantasize about his interest,
since nothing ever happened. But for me, over time I developed quite a body
of imagined interactions, including playing with my boner while he watched,
jerking him off into my bath water, and maybe even sucking his dick. All of
it imagined, of course, but stimulating images while I was jerking off.

   So back to my story: I shared a room with two brothers. One brother was
just 14 months younger than I. The other brother was about five years
younger. At some point I had taken the initiative to section off my third
of our bedroom. I erected a little dividing wall of painted and decorated
thin plywood stiffened by a couple of 2x4s. It went from the bottom of my
mattress upwards four feet toward the ceiling and from the head of my bed
to the foot. It gave me at least some imagined personal space. It later
proved to be of a particular, unexpected value. The divider was a used
piece of half-inch plywood that I had scrounged up from somewhere. It had a
few small, random nail holes, one of which became quite useful. It was near
the head of my bed and I could peek through the hole and view my
next-younger brother in his bed, from his feet to his head. The foot of his
bed was right up against the plywood. One night I heard him jerking...which
was kind of a normal thing with so many boys in the house. So I peeked
through the hole and there he was: legs open...having at it. I had a
perfect balls-on view. I could even see his funny faces. You guys know what
I mean. Damn, I must have watched him a hundred times from that little
spy-hole. I think eventually he caught on.

   We boys were all Yankee baseball fans (my Mom couldn't care less about
baseball, and my Dad loved the Mets). At the time I had my own small black
and white TV in my corner of the bedroom. I could recline on my right side
in my small bed and watch a ball game. One hot August night the other
younger brother roommate paused at the foot of my bed. I looked up and
asked "Hey Squirt, what's up?" In response he said "Um, not much. They're
watching some dumb show out there. I was wondering if I could watch the
game with you?" He was pretty much my favorite brother. I was 17, headed to
college that fall. He was a 12 year-old cutie. And like all of us, he was
athletic and extremely fit. He probably stood nearly five feet tall and I
doubt he weighed more than ninety pounds wet. He was in his undies like the
rest of us. His alabaster chest was finely detailed and shirtless.

   He had this signature big grin.  Early on he had learned how to win over
nearly any situation with his boyish charm. So I said sure, come on in. We
all wore tight white briefs and, in the summer, nothing else to bed.  He
crawled in in front of me, and we kind of snuggled under my sheet. We got
right into watching the game. After a few minutes he asked me if I would
scratch his back. This was something all of us had been doing for each
other for years. He was reclined on his right side in front of me. I moved
back a bit to access his back and began gently scratching and
caressing. Eventually my fingers wandered down to his pert little buns. I
scratched and gently fondled his glutes through the fabric of his briefs,
and continued on down along the back sides of his legs as far as I could
reach. This went on for quite a while, but I eventually tired of it and
quit. I whispered to him that he was not going to get away without
reciprocating. That was our normal payback.

   Spooning right up to him, I moved closer to his body and rested my hand
on his fabric-covered left hip. Soon, almost without thinking, I began
gently caressing his thigh and leg. At first it was an automatic response,
quite tender and loving. It was an innocent beginning. Eventually my
fingers found their way around to the front of his left leg, and then to
his inner thigh, where I began drawing ever-larger circles.  At some point
my brain caught on and my dick started chubbing up. Meanwhile, apparently
enjoying the sensation, he rotated a bit back toward me and opened up his
legs. That was a clear message for me to keep going. His pert little buns
were now hard against my briefs-constrained boner, and by his actions I
could tell he knew it. My left hand was caressing the entire surface of his
left inner thigh. The leg openings of his briefs (probably some I had once
worn myself years previously) were quite stretched out and open. My fingers
were able to slip right inside the openings and eventually graze his tiny
nuts. Sensing no resistance, I began rubbing and tickling his cute little
boy sack. Going to the next step, I rubbed his excited boy prize through
the fabric of his briefs. At that point his complicity was secured. It was
clear that he was quite into what was going on.

   I started running my fingers up and down his chest and tummy, then all
the way down to his knees and then back up to his throat. His body was
firm, muscled, and hairless. He was clearly enjoying the attention,
especially my encounters with his dick, which he would push hard against my
fingers with every pass. As I paused on his chest, I could feel his heart
rapidly beating and his chest expanding and contracting with his
accelerated breaths. Finally I grabbed the elastic waistband of his briefs
and whispered "let's get these off." He lifted his body in immediate
compliance. I slipped his briefs right down and off his legs. I took the
opportunity to remove my own at the same time. We were now tightly spooned
under my sheet, skin to skin. My full-sized dick cushioned against his
unblemished, firm yet soft boy cheeks. I still remember the first time my
hand enclosed his hard little circumcised nail. It was probably three
inches long and perhaps the diameter of my pinkie. It stuck out 90 degrees
from his body. I remember enclosing his whole little package with the palm
of my left hand flat against his pubis and my fingers curled around his
scrotum down between his legs, his hard little spike sticking out between
my middle and ring fingers. I gently and firmly pulled his whole body
against mine.

   Wow he was so hard. Using my thumb and two fingers in a triangle, I
slowly rubbed up and down the outside of that little pencil shaft. Clearly
our focus was no longer on baseball.  He started taking deeper
breaths. With his legs opened ever wider, I was caressing the skin between
his pucker and the tip of his dick—back and forth, up and down. His
balls were contracted and the skin of his scrotum sort of rough and
wrinkly. The intersection of his leg and torso, that intimate space where
scrotum and leg skin join, was particularly sensitive. I suspect he could
have enjoyed this attention for hours. What's not to like? But eventually I
decided it was payback time. I whispered into his ear "Your turn..."

   I rolled onto my back and pulled him over onto his left side, his boner
now mashed against my right thigh. I grabbed his right arm and placed his
hand on my inner thigh. He started gently, softly caressing my leg up to my
chest, occasionally bumping but pointedly avoiding my engorged dick. This
was all happening under the cover of my top bedsheet, just in case the
other brother came into the room.

   So the little squirt gently tickled from my chest to my pubes. Of course
by then I wanted much more, so I put his hand on my left thigh with his arm
resting across my wickedly throbbing dick. He was uncertain what to do, and
I knew not to push it. I needed to be patient, waiting for him to act upon
his own curiosity...or not. This activity went on for a while. He never did
actually grab or specifically rub my dick. He seemed to be quite interested
in my pubes. He tickled around my balls, but never actually across them. I
knew this was OK. It's not like I was planning any of this. He was not a
sexual object for me, and after all, I was his protective older
brother. Eventually the baseball game was over, and I told him to get back
into his undies and get in his own bed. I, of course, had my own business
to take care of. I rubbed out a good one that night.

   It was a couple of nights later when he came back to me. It was the same
scenario. I was watching TV from my bed. It was fairly late on a hot summer
night. My dad, as usual, had already gone to bed. He had a work
schedule. We were on summer break. The rest of the family was in the living
room watching TV. Squirt, as I called him, came into the room and just
crawled into my bed and under my sheet behind me. It wasn't very long
before I felt his boner against my back. It was no accident. He was back,
and he either wanted more of the same...or just more. I just had to figure
out what he actually wanted.

   I leaned back into him, rubbing my body against his hard little
spike. He put his left arm around my chest and began to hump my back along
my spine. The little shit had given it some thought and apparently had a
plan to ravish his older brother. This encounter was clearly not about
watching TV. I turned my head to him and quietly said "take them off."
There was nothing lost in translation. He slipped off his undies, and I did
the same with mine. There we were again, skin against skin. I whispered
"you'll have more fun if you scoot down a little lower." He moved lower
about a foot and quickly caught on. I guess it's a genetic thing. We boys
in the family don't have much ass. But what we have is, well, firm and
soft.

   So Squirt was now holding my pelvic bone with his left hand, and
positioning himself tightly against my body. He was enjoying the sensation
of his dick rubbing up and down the hot, moist crack between my firm and
sensual ass cheeks. This had quickly morphed into way more than a
reciprocated back scratch.

  After a few minutes of this I grabbed his left hand and put it on my
pulsing, extremely engorged erection, quietly advising him "This is a much
better handle," (and silently thinking..."you little shit"). Well, my brain
was on fire, and I was wondering just where this evening was headed. With
no further urging, he grabbed my cock and held on like it was the climbing
rope in the school gym and he was suspended thirty feet off the floor. He
wasn't going to let go. For my part I needed to see this. I lifted up the
sheet far enough to peer down at my dick. FUCK...here was this cute
pubescent boy's hand tightly wrapped around my fat, six-inch,
over-stimulated cock. Hot damn...

   He was now the pilot, joy stick in hand. I let him have at it for about
five minutes. I didn't know how far this would go, or frankly, how far I
should let it go. With his hand on my cock and his dick poking me in the
ass, it took all of my focus not to spew jizz all over my sheet.

   Our bedroom door was open and I could hear from the living room that the
family was watching a TV movie that had at least 30 more minutes to run. I
pulled his hand off my dick and rolled onto my back. The only light in the
room was my TV, so I reached up and switched on my little goose-neck
reading light. Then I jumped up and closed the bedroom door and quietly set
the lock. I know Squirt had his eyes on me all the way. As I was getting
back in bed he said "Damn, your dick is huge!" And then I assured him "Who
knows, in a few years yours might be bigger."  He just grinned at the
thought.

   I moved the light so that both of our exposed bodies were fully
illuminated. I asked him "Do you like what you see?" Wide eyed, he just
nodded. By now my dick was pulsing with my heartbeats and was really
dripping. He asked me "Why is yours wet?" I told him it was natural boy
lube and that it helped a guy enter a girl for sex. All he said was "Oh." I
asked him "Did you like holding it?" He replied with a simple "Yes." And I
said "We can do a lot of that, just for fun." He grinned and gave me an
enthusiastic "Okay!" Then I assured him "And Squirt, I love yours too!"

    No longer under the sheet, he on his back, I turned to him, resting my
dick on his right thigh. As we both watched, I started running my finger up
and down the underside of his little shaft. The shiny head of his dick was
so cute. As my fingers gently stimulated his frenulum (not that I knew its
name back then) his entire body squirmed in response. He was shaking all
over with sexual excitement. I was determined to make this encounter
something he would fondly remember. I caressed his face, ears, lips,
nipples, tummy, pubis, dick, balls, inner thighs, and reaching between his
legs, all the way down to his cute little pucker. I spread and lifted his
legs. I was in love with his cute little buns, which I massaged and
stimulated. I got on my knees right between his legs, our erections
touching. His little spike was dwarfed by my very hard cock. I held his
legs high and brought them together, squeezing my dick between them. As I
proceeded to fuck his thighs, I watched his face. He was totally focused on
my cock, which was emerging and disappearing between his thighs. I told him
to go ahead and touch it as much as he wanted. He ended up with my precum
all over his fingers and soaking his dick and balls.

   I knew we didn't have all night. We were getting close to being
interrupted. So I dropped his legs and, without saying a word, I bent over
and kissed his chest. Still on my knees between his legs and with my hands
on his ribs, I started stimulating his nipples with my thumbs. I kissed my
way down his naked torso. I filled his navel with my tongue and just kept
going. I could feel his hot little spike against the underside of my
chin. I lifted my face and looked into his eyes, saying "I made a bit of a
mess down here...I guess I'll have to clean it up." I grabbed under his
knees and rotated his legs toward the head of the bed. With our eyes locked
together, he watched me bend down and extend my tongue. Beginning with his
little scrotum, I licked up and around his hairless package. Every time my
tongue would lick the underside of his penis he would squirm in
ecstasy. Finally I opened my mouth enough to take it all in—dick, balls
and all. He was completely focused on the action, his eyes like saucers. He
started lifting his ass off the bed and pushed hard into my mouth. I
clamped my lips hard on his spike. I didn't even have to move. He was doing
what came naturally. He was fucking my hot, moist, tight mouth. I watched
his face. Soon his eyes rolled back and his eyelids fluttered. He buried
his dick with one final thrust. I felt the spasms of his dry orgasm. It was
exquisite. My own cock, resting on the bed, had now produced a large wet
spot on my sheet.

   I gave him a minute to calm down. I wasn't sure but I suspected his dick
had become super-sensitive. Mine always did after an orgasm. I know he had
just had a mountaintop experience so I let him lie there in the soft
post-orgasm glow. I hopped out of bed and found his undies. "Here, get
these on and let's get back to normal. We've been lucky. Squirt, did you
have fun?"

   Without hesitation, and with his million-dollar smile, he replied "God
yes. But look at that!" He was pointing to my hard, dripping boner. "What's
going to happen to that?"

   "I'm going to take care of it right away." To which he replied "Wow, can
I watch?"

   "You want to watch me shoot?"

   "Of course."

   "You're hopeless. Okay, put on your undies and move over."

   I grabbed some tissues and hopped into the bed right beside him. I know
I was so close to cumming that it was only going to take a few strokes. I
looked at him. He had a big grin., so I asked him "Do you want to help?"

   "Can I?"

  "Just grab it nice and hard and start moving your hand up and down like
this." I demonstrated the technique. Right away he went for it. I was
holding the base of my cock with one hand while he was enthusiastically
pumping it with the other. As expected, in about three minutes I was
shooting for the ceiling. He held on until the last little dribble. I tried
to catch most of it with the tissues. As I was quickly cleaning up I asked
him "What do you think?" All he said was "Holy shit that was awesome."

  "Okay, I thought so too. You'll be shooting any time now. Now go unlock
the door and get in your own bed." And that was the first time.

   The weekend came and Squirt headed over to a friend's house. He was
there Friday and Saturday nights. His friend's Dad dropped him off early
Sunday afternoon. I was outside shooting hoops. He dropped his stuff and
joined me. We started playing HORSE. It got really interesting...eyes
closed, left handed, sitting position. It was a lot of fun. Then we played
classic one-on-one. It was all-out war, and he was a trooper, but he never
had a chance. Finally we sat down under some trees and drank some water. It
was just the two of us. So I asked him "Squirt, did you and Ryan have some
fun?"

   "Yeah, we did."

   "Tell me about it?"

   "Umm...I don't know."

   Then I assured him "Bud, we already have our secrets, right?"

   "Yup."

   "Stuff that stays strictly between us, right?"

   "Yup."

  "So let's hear about it."

   "Well, you know Ryan has a step-Dad, right?"

   "I do."

   "Well, Ryan found something in his step-dad's stuff." He looked at me
and paused.

   He made me ask "Okay...are you gonna tell me what?"

   He replied sheepishly "Yeah, it's a magazine called Hustler.  Ryan stole
it and snuck it into his bedroom and we looked at like for a long time."

   Wow, I had heard of Hustler but never seen one. "Tell me about it."
Seeing his hesitation, I urged him on "Squirt, it's our secret, and it
stays our secret forever. No shame, okay?"

   "Okay. Well, it's full of pictures of all kinds of sex stuff. There's
like naked women with big tits and their legs open so you can see
everything."

   "You mean you can see their pussies?"

   Grinning and turning very red he replied "Yes, and like a lot more."

   "Go on..."

   "There were guys with huge dicks, I mean like way bigger than yours. And
the women, they were like sucking these huge dicks and stuff."

   "Hot damn Squirt, I'd like to see that myself. Did you guys get boners?"

   "Of course."

   "Okay, are you going to make me beg for more information?"

   "Um look, we messed around a lot."

   "The kind of stuff you and I did?"

   "Yup. And maybe more."

   "Can Ryan shoot yet?"

  "Nope, no way."

  Grinning, I then asked "But you guys tried really hard, right?"

   "Yup." Then out of the blue he asked "Umm, so I was wondering, have you
ever had your dick sucked?"

   "Haha, no...but I know you have!"

   "Yeah." Then Squirt asks me "Did you have fun sucking mine?"

   "Of course I did. The only thing that would have been more fun would be
if you could actually squirt in my mouth. That will happen, maybe in a year
or so. I started squirting at about age 13."

   "You would want me to do that, squirt in your mouth just like you
squirted when I jerked you off?"

   "That is exactly what I would want. And by the way..." As I pointed to
my very tented shorts, "see what all this talk about pussies, dicks, and
blow jobs has caused?"

   "Damn...can I see your boner?"

   "What, right here? Squirt, are you crazy?" Reaching over I grabbed his
crotch. "And I see your little monster is back!"

   Flashing me that killer smile "Yeah, sometimes it does my thinking for
me."

   "Well, from what little I know, I think that's an issue you'll probably
fight your whole life. But dude...do you really want to see my dick?"

   "Do you mind?"

  "Of course not, but not here. Let's head to the treehouse"

   The treehouse was about five years old, a joint collaboration of our Dad
and the older boys. It was about seven feet up in an old elm tree. It
wasn't the fanciest tree house ever made...nothing like the Disney movie
"Swiss Family Robinson," which was a family favorite. But our treehouse was
isolated and had walls, windows and a roof. It was in our back woods, about
a five minute walk behind the house. As soon as we got there I followed
Squirt right up the ladder, securing the door behind us. I no more than
turned around and he was all over me. I didn't even have time to sit
down. It took less than a minute with his hands in my shorts for me to get
totally boned up again. I stopped him and said "Come on, Squirt. Slow
down. Let's do this right."

   I pulled off his shirt, and slowly removed his sneakers, socks, shorts
and underwear, tweaking his little boner along the way. He watched as I
slowly and seductively got naked.  I was totally boned myself. We kept an
old air mattress up there, which was on the floor and still had some air in
it. It took me about a minute to get it fully inflated. Then I gently
pushed him down and I immediately went for his dick. I lifted my head and
looked him right in the eye asking "Squirt, what makes you so fucking
horny?" Grabbing my dick he replied "Oh, and you're not?" "Hmmm," I said,
"you have me there." Just like the other night, I tickled, caressed,
kissed, licked and sucked about every part of his body, coming at last to
his steel-hard three-inch boner. We were on the air mattress, side-by-side,
head to foot. I gently rolled him up on top of me, his spike never leaving
my lips. His instincts took over as he used his arms to lift up the top of
his torso and, looking down at his groin, began furiously fucking my
mouth. For my part, his tight little balls were slamming into my nose, and
I used a finger to stimulate his cute little rosebud, which was right in
front of my face. About three minutes of this and he was over the top. For
the second time I had the joy of experiencing his pubescent spike throbbing
and pulsing in my mouth. This time I got to feel his sphincter tighten on
my finger with every pulse. If only he could squirt!

   For his part, with his orgasm over, he collapsed against me with his
face resting on my extremely hard and wet cock. We stayed that way for a
minute or two. It wasn't long before he moved a bit. I couldn't see what he
was doing, but I felt both of his hands on my cock.  The next thing I felt
was his tongue. His fingers were squeezing my bone ever tighter. I felt his
tongue licking my shaft. Then his lips were kissing my glans. Soon I felt
his mouth slide over the shiny crown of my dick.

   I warned him "Squirt, you know what's going to happen if you keep that
up, right?"

   All he said was a convincing "I want it to happen."

   I rolled him off my body. As I got up on my knees in front of him, legs
open, dick at full mast. I said "If this is going to happen, I want to see
it."

   Giving me that signature grin, he plopped right down in front of me and
started having his way with me. His incredibly sexy hands were all over my
dick and balls. He was running his fingers behind my balls, tickling my
virgin hole. With one hand on my balls, and the other squeezing the base of
my dick, he began trying to swallow the length of my cock. He could take
about half of it before his gag reflex took over. Quickly he caught on and
didn't try to take all of it. I had to warn him about his teeth. Then
things moved along quite nicely. It was indescribably sensual to see my
dick in his sexy little mouth, being stroked by his sexy little hands. I
hadn't jerked off since three nights ago when he helped me take care of
business. I was soon ready to blow. He was such a natural cock sucker.

  I warned him "Squirt, I'm going to cum. You better stop now..."

   No response.

   "Dude it's happening. I don't think I can hold it much longer."

   Without removing his lips he mumbled a quick response "mm'let it. Whoz
ask'n u to?"

   "Oh fuck...I'm cumming...!!!"  And for sure I did. My entire body
shuddered. I had never had such a response. My legs jerked with each cum
volley. I exhaled loud, rapid breaths with each spasm. My entire body
shuddered with every pulse. It was fucking amazing. I delivered about five
good shots. I watched every second of it. He had my cum on his face, in his
nose, in his mouth, dripping off his chin. He didn't swallow, just letting
it dribble out. When it was done, I dropped to the air mattress...totally
spent. My head was spinning and I had to catch my breath.

   For a few minutes neither of us said a word. Finally I got my wits about
me and sat up. I looked over at Squirt, who was leaning against a wall,
looking at me and grinning. I tossed my tee shirt on his head and said
"You're a mess. Get yourself cleaned up."

   When he was done I asked him "So, did you get your wish?"

   "I sure did."

   "What do you think?

   "It's going to be a fun few weeks until you go away to school."

   Then I told him "I think so too, but I also think that maybe you and
Ryan will learn how to become really good friends."

   "You know, I think you might be right!"

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