Date: Sat, 03 Dec 2011 11:48:18 -0800 From: L J Subject: Four Inch Cannon (b/b, mast, voy) Copyright 2011 by LJ; all rights reserved. This document may not be distributed for pay with out the consent of the author on any web site. This is a work of fiction depicting sexual acts between consenting preteen boys. This material is protected under the first amendment to the constitution of the United States of America. If you are under age, the law says that I have to tell you to not read it. Please sent comments to lordjerig@gmail.com Write the word Flames in the subject if you are sending flames so I can get my medication out before reading. Disclaimer: If this material is illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading before the law comes and kicks your door in. This is fiction, make believe, it did not happen. At least not when I was there; bummer. Four Inch Cannon The old ware house in the small mom and pop store behind the bathroom had a gap between the top of the wall and the ceiling which practically let one hear everything that was going on in the john with out being able to see through. An old brick building which was missing a few bricks near the center for some reason or another let one hear but not see to the other side. Nobody would be back there in the storage room usually to hear, but it happened that I was detailed to store a bunch of boxes and mark them for shipping in a week. So I was not at all surprised when I heard voices coming from the other side of the wall. It seems two kids were headed to the bathroom to judge by the youthful voices chattering away as they came closer. Normally I would not pay much attention to what went on at the other side while I worked back there. I am not into hearing somebody taking a dump. When the door closed however, the conversation got really interesting. So much so that I stopped all movement and despite myself, I held my breath. "Dude, I got to pee bad!" The younger voice says. It sounds beautiful. A musical soprano with a ring of naughtiness to it. "Okay, you go first." An older voice answers. His voice sounds a bit deeper, though not cracking or even changing yet. In that so awesome range of melodic sound that only a boy in the very old stages of childhood obtains. I pegged them to be about nine years old, and perhaps eleven or twelve. A moment later I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down, the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and I actually hear either his pants or shorts hit the floor, the belt buckle making a little metallic clink as it hits the floor. "I like your undies." The older boy says. Then I hear the little boy's stream hit the bowl. As quietly as I can I move over to the door of the room and quietly close it. Just in case I throw the lock figuring that if somebody does come, they can knock and I can make it seem that I was unaware the door was locked. By the time I locked the door, the little boy is finished urinating. Despite the distance, I hold my breath wondering what will happen next. "Do you have to go too?" The younger boy asks. "Not really." Older boy answers. "Then can I see you do it?" Younger says. "See what?" Older asks. "I want to see it squirt the white stuff." Little one answers excitedly. "Oh yeah, we have enough time I think if we hurry." "I bet I can do it faster if you help me." His older friend says. At this point I was hoping I would have heard names, but the boys unfortunately never did refer to each other by name. I wished at the moment that I had x-ray vision to be able to see through the wall and behold the precious scene enfolding just two feet away from me. Those two feet were like the last two feet hiding a treasure one has spent one's life searching for. Two little boys, the eldest probably not even out of elementary school, and able to squirt. I quickly whip my own cock out and listen, trying to breath as quietly as possible so that I may hear the tiniest sound from the kids. I hear another belt being unbuckled, and then the zipper being drawn down. Moments later I hear the boy's pants pool around his feet. "You wearing boxers." The younger boy says. "Yeah, its better because ever since my dick started growing, the kind you wear end up letting my dick poke up, and out through the elastic band at the top waist." I want to drop to my knees and worship that boy. So he has enough meat to be able to come through tighty whities. I try to guesstimate in my head the size of his boy meat. Four inches, maybe even five? I hear the sound of the boy pulling on another layer of clothes which I assume are his boxers. Then the little boy confirms it for me. "Wow dude! Its bigger than it was last time you showed it to me!" "Yeah, it grew almost a whole inch in like the last two months." He answers his young admirer. A note of pride very obvious in his voice. "I measured it the other day and it was just above the four inch mark on the ruler." My mouth waters, my own knees tremble. My ass even seems to tingle as I try to visualize this gorgeous child on the other side of the wall. "I wish I had more hair though. Its only growing that little bit on the left side and nowhere else." "Your nuts have a little bit growing though, right there look..." The little boy says. "They feel huge, like almost the size of dates, dude." "Yeah they grew too. Its like my dick has been growing as fast as nothing on my body." He says this so proudly. "My brother's was the same size when he was my age." He goes on. "He told me that when he turned twelve he was five inches, and only a few months later he was six." "Its like it kept growing over night." "Hey yours is all hard too!" "I love how the head pokes out of the skin on yours." He says to his little friend. "I want to see you do it." The little boy says. "Come on, jack off for me." He lowers his voice at the end of the last sentence, his voice sounding horse with sudden little boy excitement. I am willing to bet he has a powerful crush on his older friend. And by the way his friend treats him, the older boy would no doubt soon be taking advantage of the situation to further his own sexual gratification. "okay, but I want to see you do it too. I'll race you." Older boy says. "Okay, go." The little one exclaims I start to hear his breath shift, so quiet it is in fact where I am that I can hear the little panting rise and fall in volume as he starts to stroke his little dick. I so wish the older boy would have commented on his little bud's joy toy, but I can only imagine its size and shape. All I knew for sure is that the younger kid was not cut. He is masturbating slowly and steadily, a little bit slower than four times per second. His little hand nakedly slapping his pelvis so hairless that it makes a little tapping sound occasionally as he jacks off. I hear him give out a little "Ah!" Under his breath, then I start to hear the older boy working on his own meat. Where the little one seems subtle, the older boy is not at all bashful. He starts going to town on himself with his fist as to judge by the sudden slap slap slap slap slap slap! Fast and using the speed only preteen children in a hurry to cum use. "Oh yeah, that is so good!" He cries out under his breath. "I like to watch you jack off dude. It looks so hot the way you do it with your three fingers like that." He says to his young friend. "I wish I could fist mine like you do. It looks so huge and so awesome how you use your whole fist on it." The little boy answers. "I cant' wait for mine to get big enough to do it like that." "OH dude, this feels so good!" The older boy says, his exclamation ending in a little boyish growl of pure sexual need. I find my hand working my dick following the same speed the older boy is using as now I can't hear the little one. The sound of eleven year old boy pounding his four inch meat echoes loudly and lewdly through out the space muffling any other sound the younger one would make as he jacks off. The constant slapping is so erotic, knowing that only two fucking feet away, an elementary schooler with a huge cock is jacking off makes me delirious with need. It is all I can do to hold my need in check, to prevent myself from crying out with lust, and fucking try to tare through that wall to get at them. I want to be there next to them, to hold them, to kiss them, to jack both of them till they cum for me. I want to go down on them both, specially the so hot sounding eleven year old with the four inch canon. This is a dream come true for me, to witness even if separated by a wall, the self pleasuring of a little boy. And I got two for the price of one. I only wish I could hear the younger child's masturbation, to try to picture how he is doing it. Then it all stops for a moment. I hear a spitting sound. A moment later I can hear the squishy sound that is made as he lubes his cock. "I got to do it this way or the head gets very sensitive." I hear him say to his little friend. "Okay, I am almost done." The little boy answers. "yeah, me too, watch it, I'll let you know when its about to shoot." "Are you going to shoot it on the floor?" The little fellow asks. "No, I am going to aim it at the toilet from all the way here. I bet I can hit it." He answers with a note of pride in his voice. As I did, I will let the reader imagine how far that would be. I hear him spit again into his palm, and more squishy sounds as he lubes himself even more. Then he must have wrapped his fist around his impressive hunk of stud meat because suddenly I start to hear the slurp sound of a very lubricated hand jacking a wet dick. Even this young, I am sure he learned that saliva can dry faster than real lubricants, so he over applied to be on the safe side. Lewdly and devastatingly clear in my aroused state I can hear the so erotic and constant slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp of his wet hand jacking his eleven year old cock for all he is worth. Then little slap sounds are added as the base of his dick is stimulated by his downward traveling hand. Occasionally he has to stop and reposition his hand at the top judging by the little moan he gives when he next starts again. "Oh man, that is so cool, keep doing it, it is going to happen to me now.!" The little boy exclaims. Then I hear a little boyish grunt, followed by a grown as the little one cums dryly. "Oh yeah dude, jus like that, make it feel so good." The older boy says excitedly. "I am going to shoot it out now." He suddenly says urgently. "Watch the tip, here it comes!" He actually yells out in boyish, blissful, preteen sexual rapture. He gives out a sudden grunt cut short as if somebody had poked him in the ribs. Then even with the squishy rhythmic sounds of his masturbation I can suddenly hear a very wet splash as a geyser of boy milk shoots out of his four inch canon and hits the water in the toilet. Another grunt, his masturbation speed continuing at the same speed, and another splash sound, a bit quieter. Then a divine sounding "Oh yeah!" As his hand starts to slow down. The slurp sound of his hand seems to get wetter as no doubt cum dribbles out of his cock to soak his hand. After the two huge squirts it seems that the rest just trickles out in very slow spurts because I hear him give two more grunts quietly even as his hand slowly and lovingly milks out the last of his boy cum. "Oh man that was a lot!" The little boy says. "You got some on the floor look." He points out to his friend. "OH man, that felt so fucking good!" The older boy says panting. Even as he says that I hear him take a few unsteady steps making his bunched up clothes rustle on the ground. Then I hear the toilet paper role moving as he grabs and cuts some to wipe himself. "Can I try doing it to you next time?" The little boy asks. "I wan to see how it feels when its shooting." "Yeah, maybe later on in my house." The older boy says. I hear the sounds of the kids as they pull up their pants and tidy up. Then the toilet flushes and I hear the sink. Quickly I zip up, feeling a case of blue balls like I not felt in a long time. Despite my being so horny I did not cum. I wanted to hear all of the details. Then I unlock the door with the sink still running to cover the sound. I need to make it to the other side and have a look at the kids. Just maybe I can get to the back of the store and around it and catch them as they come out. I want to make it in to the bathroom and see if there is any evidence left of the boy cum. If so I want to touch it even if it is on the floor. Driven by lust I make my way to the other side of the store an quickly make for the door outside. I want to see if I can get a look at them. Sadly I did not catch them. By the time I got out I saw a bunch of kids at the front of the store. Some drinking pop, others with ice-cream cones. The eldest was a curly hair boy taller than the rest, but I could not be sure at all as they were all talking and I found it hard to make individual voices out. For all I knew he was still in the store shopping with his little play mate. Feeling a bit dejected, I make my way to the bathroom. Inside, I indeed find a little puddle of cum. Quickly locking the door I bend forward and touch my finger to it. It feels slick and despite the few minutes gone by it still feels wet enough to distinguish it as cum. I sniff at it, noting the fresh flavor of it. It has an unique scent, not the harshness of an adult, but a sweet quality underlying that only young boy cum has. It does not take long for me to cum. Holding my finger against my nose to smell it, I shoot a load into the toilet wishing yet again that I would have been here to actually watch his four inch canon do its magic. Just the same I am grateful for what I did get to hear. What are the odds of that happening to one in a life time... The End