Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2019 16:22:52 +0000
From: hgtcs7+f6n6qd0oqdyvc@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 23 | G <YF>

Weeks after Sean's 12th birthday party, he and his brother Jason, my
8th-grade boyfriend, were staying over for the weekend at our house. My
parents were taking a holiday with their mom in Santa Barbara. Though
Jason's mom, Dr. Bisset, never technically paid my 16-year-old sister Lori
for babysitting, she always left her unnecessary money for non-existent
expenses.

It was finally May, and California's "June Gloom" was starting, meaning our
beach town was blanketed with overcast days and foggy nights. But that
week, we were hit with an unusual heat wave. Like most coastal houses in
the 70s, we didn't have air conditioning, so all we could do was leave the
doors and windows open while we were home, and hope for an afternoon
breeze. Fortunately, my mom was German, and I'd spent most of my 13 years
living in Zurich, so our family had a pretty casual attitude about
clothes. So it was always nice to watch Jason's slender, athletic body
lounging around in nothing but his bone white Fruit-of-the-Looms, before I
pulled them down in my bedroom to suck on his thick, 4-inch cock.

That Saturday morning, I was spooned naked around Jason when Lori woke us
up. It had been too hot that night to sleep under covers, so when I didn't
wake up immediately, she swatted my bare ass.

"Ouch!" I murmured, then slowly opened my eyes, as Jason yawned and
stretched.

"Get up guys," she said. "Jason, you and Sean have tennis practice in half
an hour. If you want to head to point with me, Robin, I'm paddling out
after that."

She left, much to Jason's relief, because we were both sporting morning
wood. Unfortunately, there wasn't any time to do anything about it, though
I stroked my 3 inch hardness up Jason's divide a couple of times in
frustration.

Sean and my 10-year-old brother Chris met me in the bathroom, where I took
off their dry diapers. Sean - like Jason - wore them at night, while
staying at our place, to make my bedwetting little brother feel less
uncomfortable, maybe even normal. At that point, he was wetting only a
couple of nights a week, and was definitely outgrowing his problem. After
hugging him, I talked him into going surfing with Lori and me. He called
his friend Trevor, and Lori agreed to pick up the other boy on the way.

While the Bisset boys had all morning with coaches and matches, we only had
a couple of hours of mediocre waves before we had to get back home. Lori
had to get ready for her lunch shift at local restaurant, so while she
rinsed her wetsuit and cleaned up in the outdoor shower, we stacked the
boards, then lined up to peel off our wetsuits and wash up.

Trevor was a horny little guy, but hadn't discovered girls. So he only
glanced curiously at Lori as she dried her naked body in the yard, before
she trotted into the house. Chris had already peeled off his wetsuit and
the tight lycra swim suit he wore underneath, and was lathering up in the
shower. When Trevor pulled down his tight O'Neil wetsuit, the neoprene
tugged down the soaked Jockey undies he wore underneath, releasing his
hairless, 10-year-old loins. From a morning in cold water, his bits were
curled into a tight, fleshy ping-pong ball, and he took a moment to unfurl
his turtled penis.

I was already out of my wetsuit, pulling off the very tight blue and orange
swim briefs I'd gotten two years before in Europe. They were almost worn
out, and there was a tear in the butt seam. As Chris got out of the shower,
and I turned to take his place, I felt a little finger enter the rip,
tickling my ass crevice. Trevor giggled, and as I turned around to pull his
hand away, I could see his little dick inflating.

After rinsing my wetsuit and swim briefs, I started to lather up, when I
felt Trevor squeeze behind me. "Can I help you wash your back?" he asked
with fake innocence betrayed by the hardness pressed against my butt
cheeks. My cock immediately engorged, and I turned to face this cute
red-headed boy. Though I was almost 14, like almost all boys in my mother's
family, I was a late bloomer, and was usually mistaken for a 11 or 12 year
old. So Trevor was almost my height, and his dick was about as big as mine.

When our circumcised poles touched, they quivered and bobbed, and I leaned
in to kiss the younger boy. He'd been practicing since the lessons I'd
given him during my brother's birthday weekend at Big Bear, and lips slowly
caressed mine, before our tongues met to tap and twine. Trevor took the bar
of soap from my hand, and built up a lather in his, then rubbed all around
my torso, and into my pits. After he pulled his hands away, I wrapped both
arms around the slender boy, and pulled him into me, so we could scrub each
other with our slippery, soapy skin.

As we kissed harder, our boners pressed up against our bald pubic mounds,
pulsating with our heartbeats. I lathered up my hands and scrubbed around
Trevor's back, then down to his shapely little mounds. Thoroughly soaping
his tender divide, I clenched one of his buns open with one hand, while
gently caressing his valley with my other fingertips. Trevor moaned, as my
index finger spiraled around his tight boy ring, and his hips pressed
forward, trying in vain to bury his cock into me. His hands were gripping
my ass as well, and soon his fingers were soaping my crevice.

"Robin!" I heard my sister yell. I groaned, and peeled away to lean my head
around the shower wall.

"What's up?" I called back.

"I'm on my way. You're in charge. So don't leave until Jason and Sean get
back, OK?"

I yelled "OK," and turned back to Trevor, who eagerly pulled me in for
another kiss, and more soapy caresses. As I resumed cleaning his tender
bottom, I slowly worked my finger knuckle deep into his relaxing little
anus, and slowly fingered his love button, as he groaned and humped into my
thrumming dick.

Pulling away from my lips, Trevor leaned into my ear to nibble my lobe,
hidden behind my long blond hair, streaming in the shower's spray. Then he
whispered, "I think you should use a different tool to get me clean down
there," and giggled. Then he turned around to place his hands against the
wall, spread his feet wide, and push out his creamy little ass. Stepping
between his slender thighs, I soaped up my quaking, slender bone, and
pressed gently against his tight rosebud.

"Push out, like you're taking a shit," I whispered, and he slowly opened
for me. He was so tight around my little head. I asked if he was OK, and he
grunted, "Yep. Keep going." So I slowly pressed and them popped in. Trevor
gasped, and I waited a minute for him to relax some more.

"Keep going, Robin," and I slid my soapy pole forward, until my hips
pressed into his buns. Our small nut sacks met, and I reached down to cup
and caress them both for a moment, before Trevor urged me to "Hurry up and
fuck me!"

Wrapping one arm around his waist as an anchor, and using my other
fingertips to gently flute along Trevor's desperate little hardness. Then I
slowly slid in and out of his clenching love canal. His bowels gripped me
like a hot, wet glove, and he moaned with every stroke. Gradually, I thrust
into him harder, and stroked his boy pole faster, in that cool shower down
pour. Once or twice I slipped out, and we quickly fumbled back together. I
spanked his rubbery wet little pillows with my slender, hairless wet pubis
in gradually increasing fury. No we were both moaning loudly with every
desperate breath, and his strangling muscle ring was milking me toward a
looming climax.

I didn't want to cum yet. Knowing I might pass out on the younger boy when
I came, I pulled out of his hot rump, and he whimpered.

Gently pulling him down with me to the concrete floor, I leaned back to the
shower wall. Following my guidance, Trevor gently lowered himself, as I
held my dick in position to impale him. We both gasped as his anus once
again engulfed my throbbing hardness. When I was fully inside Trevor, he
stretched his legs around my hips, resting his hands on my thighs.

We kissed for a few moments, long and passionately. My dick pulsed inside
his hot young bowels. Our tongues wrestled, and I used my thumb and
forefinger to stroke around the wet, soapy head of his angry young dick.
Pressing down with his hand against my legs, Trevor lifted himself up to
stroke me with his tight little anus. I reached around with one hand,
helping to lift and lower his bottom, while continuing to use my other
finger to stroke his cock in time with our shower-drenched fucking.

His eyes tightly closed and his breathing grew harder. I was moaning and
panting and humping up to meet his soft, hot ass. His ring flexed open and
closed as his balls contracted. Mine tightened so hard I thought they'd
disappear inside me. We fucked so ferociously, I was pumping up off the wet
shower concrete, and slapping ass-down with each thrust. Pounding each
other furiously, I pulled Trevor over the edge as he squealed loudly. When
his ass clenched me hard, he pulled my trigger, too. As I heard Trevor
gasping again and again, and felt his young cock pulse dryly in my hand, my
own itchy fire build behind and within behind my minuscule bag. As I
detonated with my own dry cum, my penis bellowed into Trevor's hot, tight
bottom, and a wave of hot pleasure spread from my loins to head. Stars
exploded in my eyes, and I leaned back into darkness.

======================================

I wasn't out for more than a minute or two. The cool shower water and
Trevor's gently kissing lips soon brought me groggily back. He smiled into
my eyes. "Fucking intense, man."

We finished showering, and once all of our stuff was rinsed off, we hung it
out to dry next to Lori and Chris' wetsuits and swim wear. Trevor brought a
change of clothes in his pack, and slipped on a fresh pair of white
Jockeys. It was a hot, windless day, so he didn't bother with a t-shirt,
and we both went inside. Upstairs, I pulled on a pair of my snug little
German undies, with thin white stripes crossing around a light field of
blue. Soft and thin, I could just see the outline of my little junk
pressing out.  I stroked my fingers across the front, wondering when I
would finely hit puberty.

Neither Chris nor I bothered with t-shirts either, as we camped in front of
the TV in the den. Some crappy cartoons were on.

During a commercial, I got up to make us all sandwiches. Jason and Sean
came in from the garage after parking their bikes. Sweat drenched, with
their long brown hair plastered down their heads and necks, both of these
tennis-toned studs were carrying their shirts and racquets. Their white
tennis shorts were soaked as well, clinging to their firm little asses, and
revealing the outlines of their undies.

"Good games?" I asked, as they caught their breath.

"Yeah, but it was fucking hot. And the ride up this hill sucks," huffed
Jason. His eyes quickly quickly ran from my thighs to my eyes, and he
smiled, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

"Go take a shower, stinky boy," I said, and grinned. "I'm making lunch."

Sean was already going upstairs, and as Jason went behind me to follow, he
squeezed one of my butt cheeks. "I think this all I need to eat," and we
both laughed.

By the time Jason and Sean came back downstairs, with washed wet hair,
wearing nothing but clean, white Fruit-of-the-Looms, they looked a lot
cooler, and smelled a whole lot better. I'd made lunch for everyone, so I
called Chris and Trevor to join us at the breakfast table. Just then, the
front door opened, and I heard my 8th-grade friend Zach hollering, "Hello?"
His voice cracked hilariously, but I kicked Chris when he started to laugh.

"Back in the kitchen, man," I called.

He'd biked from his Saturday basketball league, which was winding down its
season. He was bare chested, red from exertion, drenched with sweat, and
carrying his uniform top in one hand.

"Hungry?" I asked, getting up to make him a sandwich.

"Yeah, but first, can I jump in the pool? It's fucking hot."

As I made Zach lunch, I saw him through the window stripping everything, to
rinse his clothes while washing in the shower. Soon, he was in the pool,
and stayed there for a long time. By the time he came in nude, everyone
else had finished with lunch, and we were chugging down second or third
sodas.

"No bare asses on the furniture," I reminded Zach of Mom's indoor rule. It
was sad because I loved looking at the 13-year old. Cute and somewhat
girlish, he was only slightly larger than me, with a slender figure, and
long brown hair. He had a neat little bush of hair above his flaccid 3-inch
dick, and his low-hanging, scrotum was so skinny you could make out every
veiny detail. Good thing I'd cum an hour earlier, or I'd have been rock
hard then and there.

He went outside and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, then powered
down the Tab I opened for him. He had two more by the time he finished
eating. The younger boys went back to watch TV, Jason, Zach and I cleaned
up and talked baseball. The Padres were playing later that day, and
Winfield was on a roll.

"It's really hot inside, too," I complained. "We should go out."

The other boys were getting bored with TV, and were going outside also.
Chris brought a soccer ball for them to juggle and kick around.

I suddenly had a great idea. "Let's play Twister!"

Jason arched an eyebrow and grinned. Zach chuckled and said "Yeah, man. But
outside!"

I got the game box out, and we headed out to the patch of lawn in the
yard. Zach traded his towel for his still-damp briefs, with their dashed
blue line waistband. As I spread out the mat, the younger boys quit their
footie, wanting to join in.

Sean volunteered to be spinner and referee, and soon, we were stretching
with ridiculous poses around one another. I don't know if you've ever
played Twister in your underwear, but my undies were soon stretched with
tenting desire, as I curled around the other boys. Flesh pressed against
flesh, and soon every pair of briefs squeezed throbbing erections, pressed
against backs, butts, legs and faces.

Eventually, someone collapsed, and we were a writhing pack of horny young
boys, wrestling and groping, tickling and teasing, giggling and gasping. Of
course, Sean piled on the humping, squeezing pack. Somehow, I ended up on
the bottom of the pile. I felt a hand slide beneath the waistband of my
undies, to briefly clutch and stroke my quivering boyhood. Then boys
rolled, and Trevor was splayed spread eagle, upside down on top of me. His
firm little butt rested on my chest, my jaw just below the bottom of his
little Jockeys. I pressed my chin into his pouch, to gently tickle his soft
little bag, and I heard him squeal. Then I used my lips to make fart noises
against his lithe little thighs.

I heard Chris yell, "Tickle him!" and Trevor begged them to not. But he was
immobile and squealing, and I felt him shudder and laugh as fingers went to
work on his toes and torso and naughty bits.

"Stop! Please!" He begged. "I'm gonna pee!"

This made everyone laugh, but nobody stopped. And then it happened. I felt
hot wetness pour under my chin, coating my chest and neck, and I hollered.
"He really is pissing!"

The other boys thought this even more hilarious, but let Trevor get up. His
Jockeys were soaked bright yellow, and pee ran down his legs.

"No fair you guys!" he yelled. "I told you I was going to pee."

As I got up, Jason came up with a face-saving dare. "OK, everyone else has
to be tickled for 2 minutes."

Everyone pretended to disagree, but their still tented briefs indicated
otherwise. Jason volunteered to go first, lying down on the Twister mat. We
each sat on an arm and a leg, or straddled his torso. Quickly, getting to
work, we each took an armpit, his sides, or a foot, or gently tickled the
bottom of his full brief pouch.

I don't know how much tickling was really needed, because within about 20
seconds, a yellow fountain poured through Jason's soft briefs, despite his
furious boner. After he was thoroughly soaked, he got up for Chris' turn.

My little brother really held out. It took almost the whole two minutes,
and his erection had well gone away, when he cried out, "Nooooo!" and his
little undies flooded.

Sean shook his head. "I hate being tickled." But he stood up, and soon his
little Fruit-of-the-Looms were pouring, a lighter shade of urine soaking
down his legs. "There. Satisfied?" he said. Zach did the same, grinning and
shrugging.

At last, it was my turn, and I looked with disgust at the urine covered
mat. "This is so gross, you guys."

They didn't give me a chance to object, as Jason and Trevor tackled me. The
other boys piled on, and started their tickling assault. My boner was gone,
and I struggled uselessly against the mass of wet, pee-smelling flesh. I
was very ticklish, especially on the sides of my stomach, and I was howling
with agonized laughter. Trevor was sitting on my chest, his arms and legs
wrapped around my head. He curled into a ball, forcing my face into his
soft, matt of urine soaked cotton. At the same time as his rock hard boner
pressed against my face, my own dam broke, and I cried in dismay, as I peed
my sheer little briefs.

Everyone was laughing hysterically, and I felt boners pressing through wet
fabric against my skin. But soon we were kneading our wet, rubbery flesh
with horny little hands. Trevor began to hump into my face, and I sucked
around his knob, through the pee-soaked cloth. Someone else pulled down the
waistband of my sloppy wet briefs, to hook them under my nuts, and I felt a
tongue trace arabesques along my now re-engorged boyhood.

I snaked my fingers through the fly of Trevor's briefs, and pulled out his
throbbing, pee-slicked hardness, to suck the brine from his dirty little
dick.

Someone else grabbed my other hand, and shoved it into his hot, wet undies,
and I felt a hard boy dick I knew by heart. It was Zach's, and I used his
urine coating to gently rub my palm across the top of his achingly hard,
circumcised head. He groaned, and then I heard him slurping.

A pair of knees straddled my head, and through the filter of Trevor's long,
red hair, I saw saturated German briefs lowering. My brother's uncut 2 inch
hardness met Trevor's hungry mouth, while humped his brackish little beef
into my sucking and licking maw.

The smell of piss was heavy, and the gasping and licking heavier. By the
technique brought to my dick, I knew Jason was sucking me for all he was
worth. I heard him groan, and found out later that Zach was doing him,
while I stroked the girly boy faster behind his angry mushroom head.

Another set of thighs straddled my chest. Trevor stopped humping into me,
though I was sucking his hard 3 inch 10-year-old dick like a drowning diver
desperate for oxygen from a leaking respirator. I felt something going on
with his baby-wet underpants, then heard him gasp and freeze for a moment,
then he sighed.  Slowly, Trevor began to thrust again. I learned later that
Sean was pillaging Trevor's tender ass, already sore from the plowing I'd
given him earlier.

Trevor's urine-drenched briefs pounded faster into my face, as I sucked and
licked his quaking flesh. Jason had sealed his lips around my little
circumcised head, quickly pulling it in and out of his tightly puckered
lips. Meanwhile, his tongue tip tortured my pee hole, and my tiny balls
contracted harder into my body.

I pulled my free hand around to rub Sean's bottom through his pee-drenched
briefs, as he pounded Trevor harder and harder. With my other hand, I
stroked Zach to his balls, quickly caress them, then stroke back to his
flaring head, and twist my finger tips around, before stroking back.

The furious moaning, heaving mound of urine-stinky flesh pressed and pushed
faster. Jason's lips sealed behind the ridge of my helmet, and he began to
furiously stroke me with his finger tips, while sucking my very essence
through my raging little hard on. I could feel my climax rounding the bend,
and I sucked Trevor harder, while bringing my spare hand back from Sean's
butt to scoop underneath Trevor's soaked sack. I caressed and fondled his
tightening little marinated cotton purse, and felt him grow more rigid.

As his little prick erupted drily into my hungry mouth, I heard his wail
muffled by my brother's groin. Suddenly slamming his urine-soaked briefs
into my face, he must have pulled off to groan some more.

At the same time, I Jason's tongue pulled my climax from me, and my hips
humped upward, into his hot, wet mouth. As the explosion flared across me,
I heard another boy bellow, and then fell into darkness.

=====================================

Sometime later, I groggily returned. As I peeled my eyes open, I found I
was naked on the lawn, and the other boys were all laughing and playing
games in the pool. I found out later I'd been out for an hour, and Jason
had hosed off the Twister mat, which now hung out to dry. As I stood up, I
heard a couple of claps, and Jason got out to join me. He leant into kiss
me tenderly.

"Nice nap?" he asked.

"As always." I smiled. "That was kinda weird."

He nodded and grinned. "But also kinda hot."

When I went over to the outdoor shower to rinse off my dried urine icing, I
saw a pile of all our underwear, which someone had rinsed. After I
showered, I picked up the pile, brought them into the house, and started
the washing machine. Too bad I didn't see my sister's new red t-shirt was
already in there.

We swam around playing games and dunking each other for an hour.
Eventually, the younger boys got out to juggle a soccer ball on the lawn.

I got out, toweled off, and walked naked into the house to throw our undies
into the drier. I was shocked, then started laughing when I saw that all
the white briefs were now dyed pink from the t-shirt I hadn't noticed
earlier. My blue briefs were now purple, with little pink stripes.

Outside, I jumped in with Jason and Zach, to float around and chat. Talking
about nothing, we eventually got onto the subject of Meg, the very cute
girl I'd set up with Zach. He'd been spending a lot more time with her than
with us. But she was also a virgin, and taking things very slowly.

"I've copped a couple feels of her tits," Zach boasted. It wasn't much of a
boast, because Meg was almost as underdeveloped as me. And it was obvious
she hadn't felt him up. But it seemed like he was falling in love. As we
floated in the pool, with our forearms resting on the deck, I reached down
and gently clasped Zach's tender, flaccid meat. "So she doesn't appreciate
little Zach as much as we do?" I asked, mockingly.

He laughed and slapped my hand away. Then he became serious.

"I really like her,' he declared, to no one's surprise. "But I'm afraid
that when she actually feels me up, she might be grossed out by all my
hair." Word on the grapevine was that Meg had maybe no pussy hair herself.
But in hindsight, I don't think Zach had much to worry about.

By this time, Jason had pulled his naked self up onto the deck, sitting
with his wide-spread legs dangling into the pool. Though my sister had
depilated him a month or so before, he was starting to grow pubes back
around his thick, limp dick, and a few new ones on his full, smooth balls,
as well. As I absently stroked my fingers through Jason's soft, re-growing
bush, Jason and I both had the same idea.

"Zach, man, you know how I keep pubes away, right?" Jason said, alluding to
my sister's monthly salon sessions with my boyfriend. She'd introduced him
to this weird thing she'd learned at the health food store called "sugar
waxing," which had been around since at least the Pharaohs. Zach reached up
and ran his finger around the few pubes regrowing from Jason's loins.

Zach looked shyly down and asked quietly, "Can you ask Lori?"

"Of course, dude." Then I added in a sultry voice, "But it'll cost you. I
hope you're hungry."

He smiled and punched me in the arm. "I need a meal. Not a cocktail corn."

I punched him back.

Eventually, I got out of the water, went in to pull everyone's briefs from
the dryer. Walking outside, I told announced, "Houston, we have a problem."
Then showed how the hidden red shirt had dyed everyone's underpants pink.
Most of the guys laughed, then we pulled them on for a fashion show. I have
to say, there was something kind of sexy about boys in pink panties.

Lori got home from work, and when she saw us in pink, thought it was "so
cute," and took a group photo. I still have a copy, showing six slender,
long-haired boys, arms around each others' shoulders, grinning like idiots
in the back yard.

Lori's boyfriend Jeremy arrived, and they went up to her room for a while,
coming down freshly showered later. She had pizzas delivered so she and
Jeremy could watch the Padres shell the Cubs with a bunch of 10-13 year old
boys wearing nothing but tight, pink underpants. Typical Saturday at the
Sanford house.

Later, I quietly explained to Lori Zach's situation, and she said that
since she was doing Jason later, it was cool. Jeremy's parents wouldn't let
him stay over when my folks were away, so when he left later, he took
Trevor and his board to drop off on his way home. He was a really good guy.

It was getting late, so while Lori cooked up sugar and lemon juice and
whatever on the stove, I took Sean and Chris upstairs to put them in
diapers. As I mentioned earlier, Chris, like most of the boys in my
mother's family, was a late bloomer, a deep sleeper, and a bed wetter. I'd
had to wear diapers until I was 9 or so, but Chris was taking a little
longer to grow out of his problem. To put Chris at ease, my few friends who
slept over would also put on diapers, to make it seem a totally normal
thing. And he'd grown close to Sean, who thought it was no big deal.

After they peed and brushed their teeth, the younger boys met me in Chris
room, and shucked their briefs. I'd laid down folded cotton diapers, and
they each took up position. As I poured on oil and gently worked it in,
Sean's dick grew to a thick 3 inches. It was a miniature version of
Jason's, and my dick started to engorge in my briefs.

So I quickly talced and pinned Sean up, and he whined in frustration. After
I got Chris diapered and in plastic pants, Sean moved next to him, and
slipped his hand into my brother's crotch. When I closed the door behind
me, both boys were kissing, and their fists were working furiously in each
other's diapers.

As I passed Lori's room, she winked at me, closing the door, and I caught a
glimpse of Jason and Zach lying on her floor.

I was nodding out, watching some boring movie, when Lori came back down to
wash out her pot of wax, and then Zach and Jason followed, looking flushed,
and shyly smiling at me. They sat on either side of me on the couch, and
leaned in to me. Their long hair mixed with mine, as heads resting on my
shoulders.

Lori walked in to kiss us each goodnight. "Chris and Sean are already
asleep. So you don't need to dress up tonite," she smiled. "I'm headed in
for the night, too. Don't stay up too late."

"I love how your family are big kissers," Jason whispered.

"Yeah. You guys really know how to use your mouths." Then both boys
giggled.

A moment of silence, then Jason said, "We had to pay Lori, this time."

"How much?" I asked not really caring.

"Um, it wasn't money," Jason replied, looking over at Zach. "Tell him."

"Uh, well, she wanted to know what boys really like when they get blow
jobs. So she asked us to show her how we did it."

I was dumbstruck for a second. "So you blew each other? In front of my
sister?"

"Well, yeah? I mean, Zach was rock hard from the moment he pulled off his
undies. So we took turns, explaining what felt really good."

"OK, that's enough." I cringed. "I get the picture."

"But now we're as smooth as you," cooed Zach into my ear. He kissed my
cheek and slid my hand into his slightly damp pink underpants. He felt bare
as a baby, and slightly slick.

"What's this?" I asked, pressing again.

"Oooh!" he yipped, "Careful. It still stings. That's moisturizer."

I slid my other hand into Jason's bright pink briefs, so I could cup both
boy's tender, hairless nuts while we watched Creature Feature. As the movie
rolled on, I felt my Jason's hand cupping my tender little balls through
the outside of my tight little undies, while Zach's slid under my waistband
to gently clutch my hardness with a thumb and two fingers. Long minutes
went on, with slow, delicate stroking, soft kisses and tender caresses.

Zach pulled out his fingers a couple of times to wet them with his mouth,
so he could softly caress my achingly hard mushroom head. My breathing grew
heavier, and I felt my friends' cocks re-engorging against my wrists. Both
he and Jason were drooling pre-cum, which I used to slide around their
diamond hard heads. Then, carefully, I stroked their stalks, as Zach
stroked mine. Jason used his palm to roll up and back under my cotton clad
ball pouch, while his finger tips massaged my cheeks under my undies'
waistbands.

They sighed and moaned as I stroked them faster. Zach's fingers clutched
harder, and his hand was pistoning in my briefs. I felt the fire building
behind my nuts, and I moaned louder. I couldn't focus anymore on
masturbating the other boys, and simply held onto their hardness for dear
life. My cock erupted with dry itchy fire, and I choked a scream, as stars
exploded across my vision. And then, I fell into the void.

An hour or so later, I woke up with both boys breathing slowly on my
shoulders. I gently woke them up, so we could brush our teeth and go to
bed. I learned later that they'd finished themselves off after I'd passed
out.