Date: Sun, 3 May 2020 03:00:07 -0400
From: Original Author
Subject: Little Boy Fetish part 3

Little Boy Fetish part 3

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During the last two weeks of summer, we had many things to get done at
work. George brought Mason and Danny with him some days. Other days, Cory
would bring his nine-year-old nephew, Joey.

Joey did not go to the same school district that we did, but he was
welcomed by all of us. He had a dark tan; silky, dirty blond hair with dark
streaks which was combed over to the side; and was quite tall for his
age. He played basketball at his elementary school. He was so sweet and
innocent that he even had his own nickname for me: "Mrs. Tomcats." Not
exactly sure why he called me "Misses," but I couldn't correct him. It
stuck when George and Cory also started calling me this for the duration of
the summer.

One day, while at the new middle school, Joey mentioned that he was going
to use the restroom. Me, in my boy-fetish mind, said I also needed to use
it, so I followed him.

I let Joey enter the restroom first. He picked the urinal closest to the
toilet stalls, so I took the middle one and stood next to him.

"Hey, Mrs. Tomcats," he said as I came up beside him.

"Hey," I said. There was a moment of silence as we stood there doing our
business. After a few seconds, I peaked over the divider onto his side to
see his weiner.

"Hey! Don't look at my wee wee." His reaction was almost immediate.

"Sorry," I said. "I was just curious. That's all." There was a pause. "Have
you ever seen someone elses wee wee before?"

"No," he said.

"Do you want to see mine?" I asked him.

He waited a few seconds before saying anything, thinking about it. "Okay, I
guess."

"But," I told him, "if I show you mine, you have to show me yours again."

"Fine," he said. "But don't tell my uncle, okay."

"Okay," I said. With my dick out, I stepped back from the urinal and turned
to Joey. Mine was still soft at this point, but was starting to stiffen
up. "Now your turn."

He backed up from his urinal and turned to me, using one hand to keep his
shorts and underwear at bay, tucked beneath his balls. "There." He began
pulling the elastic waistband back over his weiner when I spoke up.

"Hold on, dude," I stopped him, and he froze in place. "Do you want to know
something cool, fun, and funny about your wee wee?"

"What?" he asked, intrigued.

"If you play with it, it feels good."

He giggled at that. "Really?"

"Yeah," I said.

"How do you play with it?" he asked, really intrigued now.

"Can I show you?" I ask him, reaching down for his wee wee, but not yet
grabbing it.

"I guess...," he drawed out his words, a little nervous, but excited at the
same time.

I got down on one knee and grabbed it.

Joey was circumcised, and his weiner had a nice bell-shape on the end of
it. It was maybe three inches long when hard. Similar to the other ones I
saw, the skin moved up and down with my hand over the bell. After a few
seconds, it quickly grew to its maximum length.

"That feels weird," Joey said.

"Do you like it, though?" I asked him.

"I guess." That was his phrase of saying he liked it.

"Do you want me to stop doing it or keep going?"

"I don't know." Gosh, he was so timid.

I kept stroking his weiner, not wanting to stop because I was enjoying the
feeling of his cocklet in my hand too much. I slowly started getting faster
on him. His eyes were fixed on my hand this entire time. He didn't look
away.

"Here, you do this to my wee wee," I said, grabbing Joey's arm with my
other hand and placing his hand around my rock-hard cock. His eyes shifted,
following his own arm to my penis.

I had to stroke myself with his arm for a few seconds before letting go. He
picked it up quickly and kept going. Now, his eyes were fixed on my cock,
not turning away, and he remained silent this entire time. It was like
heaven for a few minutes. A hot, nine-year-old, dirty blond boy was jerking
me off in a school restroom at the urinal. We kept stroking each other. I
was so close to cumming when I heard another voice inside the restroom.

"What are you doing?" said the squeaky voice. It was Henry, the janitor's
ten-year-old son who was here today.

I turned around, my hand still on Joey's weiner.

Henry's jaw was dropped. He looked as though he was terrified. How long was
he standing there? It didn't matter. He caught us.

Immediately, my cock went limp and I was back to square one. My stomach
immediately filled with dread at the thought of Henry telling someone. But
his next words were what surprised me the most.

"Were you choking his chicken?" Henry said.

I was shocked. He knew exactly what we were doing and he knew the slang
too. But I didn't say anything.

"Please don't tell my uncle!" Joey exclaimed, too loudly.

"Why would I tell on you?" Henry replied. "I do it too. It's fun."

This was great. Another little boy for me to jerk off. "Want to join us?" I
ask him.

"Sure," he replied, raising his shirt up with one hand and lowering his
shorts with another.

Now, I knew who Henry was. I had seen him off-and-on all summer. He would
come to work everyday with his father, the janitor, but he would run around
the school most of the time, usually with cleaning supplies doing something
his dad told him. He was also on the elementary school's football team. He
was tan, skinny, and like Joey, had nice dirty blond hair, except his was
much shorter and combed upward on his head. His weiner was nearly identical
to Joey's; circumcised, same color, same length. But his skin, much like
Danny's, did not move at all when he jacked off. I kept wondering how that
magical little tool got such an imense feeling when the skin itself cannot
move. Did it hurt? Tickle? I was mesmerized by tightly circumcised cocks,
and I wanted to touch his.

He jacked his off for a few seconds, but I had to feel it. Without saying
anything, I reached out to take control of it, doing the same motion I did
with Joey's, using my thumb, index, and middle fingers. With Henry's weiner
in one hand and Joey's in the other, I was back in my happy place.

Both of them fondled my cock, each of them able to wrap their hands around
it at the same time. I savored every second of it.

"Here, come closer," I said, moving their bodies closer to each other in
front of mine. I made their cock heads touch in a sword fight and rubbed
their knobs together.

They giggled as their cocks clashed with each other.

"This is fun," Joey emphasized, coming back to his usual, lively self.

I kept rubbing thier knobs and savoring their tiny hands on my piece of
meat. Every few seconds, one of them would let out a tiny giggle as they
slowly started breathing heavier over time. Then, I got an idea that I
didn't plan to do. Without even thinking or asking, I lowered my head down
and began rubbing their tiny cock knobs on my tongue.

"Ew!" was Joey's natural reaction, almost pulling away from me.

"Suck me, please," Henry said.

So I let Joey's cock go and took Henry's completely in my mouth, slowling
moving my tongue up and down, sliding his prong in and out of my watering
mouth.

"Ohha," Henry moaned quietly, not wanting anyone to hear if they were
outside in the hall. He put one of his hands on the back of my
head. Clearly, he had done this before and knew what to expect. His moans
continued for the next couple of minutes.

Joey continued to watch us.

Within minutes, Henry climaxed to a dry orgasm, letting out several
moans. His cock twitched in my mouth, on rhythm with his moans.

"Dude, try it," Henry told Joey, still staring at us. "Let him suck your
weiner. It feels amazing!"

"It doesn't hurt, dude. I promise," I assured him.

"Okay," said Joey, back to his nervous self.

I took his weiner in my mouth.

His eyes instantly grew larger and he almost lost his balance. He had no
idea that a feeling this good could exist anywhere on earth. He was loving
it. Within seconds, he was moaning, ooh-ing, and ahh-ing; closing his eyes,
letting each wave of pleasure flow through him. His breathing slowly built
up with him eventually panting, "Stop!" underneath his breath, dry
orgasming. His weiner was twitching like Henry's in my mouth.

But I couldn't end it right there. I let his cock free for a brief moment,
then sucked just the knob back up in my mouth. I repeated this for a few
seconds, each time his entire body would twitch and a squeaky moan would
come out. I gave his cock head one last good lick with my tongue before
letting him go.

"Wow," he said after catching his breath. "That was amazing. Thank you
Mrs. Tomcats."

"You're welcome," I replied with a smile on my face, patting his silky head
of hair with my hand.

"Do you promise you will never tell anyone?" Joey asked both me and Henry.

"Yes," we both said.

"You two can go on back. I need to use the restroom now," I told them,
proceeding to enter a stall.

I could hear the two of them wash their hands and dry them as I was sitting
in the stall. In reality, I wanted to finish jerking myself off since they
never did, and their parents would come looking for them soon, making sure
they were okay. We had all been in here for a few minutes. As soon as the
dryer kicked off, I went to work, still imagining I was sucking both
Henry's and Joey's cocks. I cummed within seconds.