Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2020 15:11:26 -0500
From: Damon Spencer <damonspencer27@gmail.com>
Subject: Squirt & Skunky Part 6

			  SQUIRT & SKUNKY part 6
			by DamonSpencer27@gmail.com

Disclaimer: You already know this is pure fiction. You already know you
should not be here if this is not allowed where you live, if you are too
young, or are of a fragile impressionable mindset. To my newly acquired
fans, thank you for your encouragement, especially to J.T. for your PH
contributions!

I finished this in record time (for me), I hope it lives up to the
preceding chapters. Feedback is welcome.


       It is 4 years earlier. Brian & Taylor are 4 years younger, do the
math. Just after Thanksgiving,
 at bedtime. The boys' parents in their bedroom, discussing the events of
the day. Mom is "M", Dad is "D".


       M- You got home later than I thought, did Brian's wrestling practice
finish late?
       D- No, it was on time, but Brian asked if we could drop one of his
friends off at his house on the other side of town. There is a new kid in
school who moved from England of all places. He is on the team too, nice
boy. Looks more like a football player, kind of short but rugged. Real
polite kid, & his English accent is going to have every girl in school
chasing after him. His name is Gabe; Brian asked if he could stay over
sometime.
       M- English, really? It would be good to meet someone from another
country, maybe he can teach Brian some history, or manners! Or how to take
a shower!
       D- They seem to get along real well, yeah it got a little ripe in
the car, two 13 year olds fresh out of wrestling practice. I had to crack a
window it was like a locker room in there! Brian is at that age now, he's
changing fast.
       M- I know, he keeps growing out of his clothes. Did you hear his
voice tonight, it cracked every time he said anything. We might need to get
him a razor soon too, you can almost see some peachfuzz on his upper lip
when the light hits it just right. And you better remind him to use more
deodorant!
      D- I know, I know. Have you seen how hairy his armpits have gotten in
just the past month? He's just like me when I was that age, riding the
Puberty Pony into manhood at full gallop.
      M- All I know is, doing his laundry is getting to be a nightmare! I
never know what I'm going to find in his underwear!
      D- Don't tell me he isn't wiping like he should, I told him to take
his time, especially if he is starting to grown hair down there. And to be
generous with the air freshener after he does his back door business.
      M- No, it's not that. I'm finding more than just pee stains and skid
marks, there are crusty spots! He might be having wet dreams. Big ones too.
      D- Gee, with all the "private time" he has to himself, I wouldn't
think he would have much left in his tanks. Makes a dad proud to know his
boy is a gusher! Like father like son!
      M- Well, "father", you better remind him to take better aim in the
bathroom too. Between him & Taylor, I don't know which one can't hit the
bowl but I'm going to make them start cleaning up their own puddles!
      D- Oh speaking of which, after we dropped off Gabe at his house, we
drove over to that place where you can cut your own Christmas tree. We
found a nice one & I put down a deposit, we can all go get it together this
weekend. Brian says he wants to be the one to cut it down and yell
"timber". We had to hike a ways through the snow to get to it, and on the
way out Brian says, "Hey dad, want to see me make a snow angel?"
     "Aren't you getting a little old for that?" I asked.
     "Not when I can do it like this!" And you know what he did?  Instead
of lying down in the snow and moving his arms and legs, he unzips his
pants, pulls out his pecker and writes the word "ANGEL" in the snow with
his pee!  I thought he was going to write his name too, but he ran out of
"ink".  It was an impressive performance!
     M- Oh, that's disgusting! But that's nothing compared to what happened
at the mall today!
     D- You took Taylor to see Santa, right? Don't tell me he had one of
his tantrums!
     M- If only! We had to wait in line for a good half hour and he was
getting fidgety. I knew I shouldn't have let him drink a soda earlier. He
was starting to do his little "potty dance", and I told him to hold it.
But as soon as he sat on Santa's lap, sure enough here comes the flood!
Fortunately he was sitting on the arm of the chair so most of it dripped
onto the floor, but he was still soaked through. I apologized over & over,
but Santa said it wasn't the first time, apparently lots of little kids get
nervous & wet themselves when they see him.
     D- So what did you do?
     M- Well, I always carry a spare pair of underpants when I have Taylor
with me, just in case. We finally got him potty trained but sometimes I
think he does it on purpose! You know what he did the other day? I caught
him peeing on one of the car tires! He said "Look Mommy, I'm a doggie!" He
must have seen the neighbor's dog lift its leg and mark its
territory. Thanks goodness he only did a pee.....
     Anyway, one of Santa's "elves" was there and was very helpful. He
might have been a high school kid making money & he suggested I could go
behind Santa's "workshop" to change Taylor. The bathroom was too far away,
and the "elf" offered to stand guard while I undressed Taylor and got him
into dry undies. He even offered to run to the bathroom with the wet undies
and rinse them out for me. He was so polite about it; I gave him Taylor's
wet briefs. Damn it! I was in such a hurry to get out of there I forgot to
get them back! Maybe he will be there tomorrow & I can get retrieve
them. After all, what's a high school boy going to do with a little boy's
pee soaked underpants? Let's see, I think he told me his name was Josh....
     D- That little pisser, some things never change. Remember the day he
was born? The midwife that helped with delivery got sprayed right in the
face as soon as he slid out. It was like he was deliberately aiming right
at her open mouth. And that was with an erection too! She said she had
never seen a newborn boy gripping his erect penis with his hand as he came
into the world.
    M- I knew he was making a lot of movements inside me towards the end,
but I didn't think he was doing THAT! It felt like he was just kicking his
legs. He was born a horndog, just like his brother!
    D- Oh he was kicking alright, stroking too. Maybe even humping!  And it
didn't stop after he was born, seems like he always had his hand inside his
diaper. It's a good thing Brian was so helpful about changing him, it was
almost like he was making a game out of it. Sure made it easier for us, and
I think it brought the two of them closer, they are best buds. Seems like
they do everything together.....
    (THUMP!)


     On his way back to his room after a pre-bed powerpiss, squat & shower,
Brian stops at his parents door, hears them discussing the day and thinks
to himself......

     Darn that Gabe, we wouldn't have been late if he hadn't taken so long
in the bathroom after practice. All those TNT tacos he had at lunch shot
right through his guts & he nearly crapped himself on the mat. I knew
something was wrong when he ran out of the gym like his ass was on fire. It
WAS by the time he shit it all out, I nearly gagged when I went in to check
on him, whatta stink! Leave it to Gabe to make a joke out of it. "How's
that for 'bubble & squeak'?" Darn British accent can make anything sound
sexy!
     So that left us no time for a shower, no wonder we stunk up the car,
sorry Dad! Only part of that was our pit stink, Gabe couldn't hold in the
after-farts of his mega dump. And he kept squirming, trying to put out the
fire in his asshole. Who knew farting was contagious? As soon as we got to
his house & he got out, my ass started gurgling.  Damn those tacos! Good
thing I just emptied myself out before bed. How can such a little hole make
such a mess?!
    (Brian slides his hand down the back of his sweatpants, rubs his
sensitive sphincter, then sniffs his finger.)
    Yeah, I know, puberty's got me right by the balls. Started about a year
ago, woke up one morning and there were a few black hairs around my weiner,
then a few in my armpits, now my voice is doing all kinds of crazy cracking
& my pits & jockstrap & underwear get stinky quick. Kinda hot if you ask
me. And no way dad is going to give me wiping lessons, I do the best I can,
I just get in a hurry sometimes. And it feels better when I use just my
fingers, I can can dig up in there to pull out the deep stuff. Every time
if I reach way up inside & poke around I get a boner.  And why the fuck do
guys get hair in their buttcracks anyway, who needs a fur lined shitter? I
feel some fuzz growing back there, makes me feel like a man! Holds the
stink in there too when I get all sweaty. That's why Taylor calls me
Skunky!
    Aw shit, mom found my jizzed-up wet dream briefs! I knew I should have
washed them myself! If she thinks that's crusty, don't look above the
headboard of my bed, more than a few cum shots got away from me & hit the
wall. If I jerk long enough & aim just right I can coat my face & get some
splash shots right in my mouth. (Or In Taylor's).  Takes lots of practice!
   DAD! Not the snow angel! That was supposed to be just between us guys!
It was either go right then or piss my pants.  I was hoping I could write
my name too but just ran out of juice, plus I felt myself getting boned
up. Didn't want Dad to think I was getting excited letting him see my piss
stick. Kinda hoped he would pull his dick out & join me, I bet he can spray
harder & farther than I can, he sure makes a loud splash when he uses the
bathroom!
   (Brian's hand slides into the front of his sweats starts jacking his
swelling shaft.)
   Ha! Taylor pissed himself & Santa. I wish I'd been there, I bet the
little squirt was giggling the whole time he was "going wee-wee" in his
pants. I could have helped change him, he really likes with when I pull
down his pants & Funpals & wipe down his soaked crotch. He pops a baby
boner every time. And yeah Mom, we gotta get those undies back, those are
his favorite Muppets pair. That kid that took them must be some kind of
perv, probably took them home & jerked off in them. Hey, if he likes boys
that are Taylor's age, maybe he would want to be friends! He might even
like to play "our" kind of games..... (Jerking his cock faster, only a few
strokes from busting his nut, Brian's arm bumps into the bedroom door with
a loud THUMP....)  Oh shit!


     D- What was that? Somebody out in the hall?
     Dad walks to the door, opens it, sees his oldest son pulling his hand
out of if his pants, red faced & breathing hard. Intense whispering between
father and son.......
     D- Brian! What are you doing? Were you listening out here?
     B- What? No, dad! I mean, well, I just went to the bathroom & I heard
my name & wondered what you were saying.
     D- Nothing you need to know about, just stuff that happened today. Go
to bed. Brian meets his father's gaze.
     B- You told mom about my snow angel? Not cool dad! But glad you liked
it. (Brian winks.)
     Now it is his dad's turn to turn red. He steps into the hall, closing
the door behind him.
     M- Who is it? Did Taylor wake up? Does he need anything?
     D- Nope it's just Brian, everything's OK. (Whispering to Brian....)
That was quite a show you put on, nothing
 I havent seen before though. When you were little you used to show off how
much you could pee all the time. Just
 like Taylor does now. Runs in the family I guess! What else did you hear?
     B- Uh, was all that true, what you said about Taylor, I mean when he
was born?
     D- Yeah, but keep it a secret from him. Maybe when he is older you
guys can have a laugh about it. Right from day
 one he had a toy to play with. (Glancing at the tent in Brian's
sweats). Looks like you been playing with yours too.
 You better get to your room and finish what you started, sorry I
interrupted.
     B- It won't take long, I was almost there. G'night dad.
     D- Good night Brian, love you.
     B- Oh, and Dad? You don't have to teach me how to wipe, I just need
more practice!
     D- Git yer ass to bed!


     Taylor takes his hand off Brian's balls & stares at his big brother,
amazed. "You mean I had a boner when I
 was born? And I was jerking off?!" Brian grins.
     "Yeah, that's what I heard. AND you pissed in that lady's face!
That's why I said you were born a horndog."
 Taylor looks thoughtful, then starts to giggle uncontrollably.  "What's so
funny, squirt?"
     "I just realized, if I was humping inside Mommy, that makes me a real
mother fucker!" Both boys hug each
 other tight, laughing & wrestling on the bed. Brian begins tickling his
kid brother. "Stop! Don't! I have to pee
 again!"
     Brian stops tickling and they sit facing each other. "Ok, OK, I don't
need a wet bed." He looks into Taylor's
 big brown eyes. "You OK with this, I mean I wasn't supposed to tell you."
Taylor stares back, his soft little boy
 breath warm on Brian's face.
     "Yeah, I'm OK. It's kinda cool knowing I was born a perv!"
     "Oh no, you were NOT born a perv, you were born a horndog! I am the
one that turned you into a perv! ME!"
     Taylor stares at his hero in adoration. "Thank you, Professor Perv,
did I learn my lessons good?"
     "You sure did and there are a lot more naughty lessons yet to come
too!" Their faces inch closer, lips
  meet in a deep meaningful brother to brother kiss. Taylor wraps his arms
around Brian in a never-let-you-go
  babybear hug.
      "I'll always be your baby brudder, right, Bri?"
      "Yeah buddy, you will ALWAYS be my little dirty Squirty."
      "Even when I get bigger & older and get hairy like you? Will you help
me with my pooperty?
      "Your WHAT?" Brian looks at him quizzically and tweaks his nose.
      "My pooperty! You know, when you get hairs around your peepee and it
starts making spermy juice!"
      "OH! You mean puberty!  It's pronounced PEW BERR TEE." Taylor
giggles.
      "I know, it just sounds more fun and nasty when it's POOPerty!"
      "And your MY little pooper. Yeah I'll check you every day to see when
you get your very first little
 pecker hairs & sticky stuff. But no matter how big you get, you will
always be my baby brother." Taylor
 snuggles in closer and sighs contentedly.
     "I wuv you Bwian," he whispers.
     "I love you too, doodlebug." Brian glances at the clock by his
bed. "Shit we better get cleaned up before
 Mom gets home!"


      An hour later, after hiding their play clothes, jumping in the shower
(squatting and peeing in tandem to make sure all systems were emptied out),
then cleaning the kitchen, Mom comes home to find her boys curled up on the
couch, munching popcorn and watching their favorite dragon training movie.
      "Well, at least you didn't tear the house down, you boys have fun
today?"
      "Yeah, it was ok," answered Brian, as if nothing unusual happened. He
winks at his little brother.
      "How about you get your butts up off that couch & help bring in the
groceries? There are several bags still out
    in the car."
      "She called you a butt," Taylor whispers mischieviously.
      "You're a butt." Brian jabs Taylor with his elbow.
      "No, YOU'RE a butt!"
      "ALRIGHT! There are going to be two SORE butts if you don't march out
there RIGHT NOW!" Brian & Taylor jump
   up off the couch, stand at attention, & salute.
      "Yes Ma'am!" Marching like soldiers, Brian counts off, "BUTT 2 3 4!
BUTT 2 3 4!"
      Once out in the garage, Taylor whispers to his brother "I already got
a sore butt!"
      "Me too Squirt, me too. Just let me know if you need me to kiss it
and make it better."
      "You're a perv."
      "You're a little horndog!"
      "WOOF! And I got an idea for something we can try, but I don't know
where we can do it..."
      "Oh yeah? Knowing you, I bet it's real naughty. What's your idea?"
      Taylor whispers into his ear...........