Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 02:45:15 -0700 From: Under Jug Subject: Squirt - Part 6 Part 6 by Underjug Code: B/b/b, oral, con It was early evening and I was naked except for my boxers. On each side of me were the pair of eight-year-old friends in their tighty whities. We were crouched on top of open-face sleeping bags. The three of us camping out in my tent. It'd been one week since the night I spent babysitting the squirt and his sleepover bud. The night I discovered the two of them sixty-nining underneath the covers of Tyler's bed. The night I got naked and let them explore my equipment. The night I lost my virginity with a powerful load sent down Tyler's throat. What an awesome experience that was! Hot and scary. Innocent and raunchy. Pleasurable and guilt inducing. Even though I was a buff, good looking 17 year old, I'd never had any sexual experiences before the night I messed around with those two boys. Sure, I'd had plenty of jackoff sessions, but none had ever produced such a rock-hard dick and bucketfuls of cum. After I'd shot for the last time that night, showering Tyler with tender kisses and giving Mark his first taste of semen, I collapsed on the bed and gathered the boys up in my arms to cuddle together. It was so sweet and -- grudgingly I allowed myself to think the word -- romantic. We shared a few more kisses. Then I instructed them to wash up. I made doubly sure both boys brushed their teeth again. No way was Mrs. Jackson going to smell musk on her son's breath. I remade the bed with the laundered Transformers bedspread that had been a casualty of my cum spurting splashback. The little dudes put their undies back on reluctantly and smooched all around my cock before I slipped on my boxers. I tucked the boys in and watched them drift off to sleep. I finished getting dressed and headed downstairs to the living room couch to stretch out. My cockhead was tender but satisfied. It'd never had so much attention paid to it. Well, at least by someone who wasn't me. Gotta say it was a little tense when Mrs. Jackson returned home and asked how everything went. I tried to say "fine" in the most cazh way possible, but truthfully I was a bundle of nerves. When I returned home and crawled into bed I still couldn't believe what had happened. I was supposed to be babysitting two kids and instead they had spent the night between my legs sucking me off. My dick seemed to be everything to Tyler and Mark to the point of worship. It occurred to me that's probably what they meant by cock worship. I tried to imagine what it must've been like for them to cram the thick head into their tiny mouths, how everything about me was oversized, right down to the geyser of cum that had blasted ferociously against their throats. They'd swallowed it all, happily and without question. And I'd had my own first taste of cock, each hairless and two inches long and only capable of producing dry orgasms. But mostly it was them going down on me. Both boys couldn't manage any of the shaft. I really didn't want them to, as I got off on their mouths struggling to keep just the head in. I imagined as Mrs. Jackson marked Tyler's growth with pencil marks on the wall, I'd be measuring his growth with the amount of cock he could take. I'd wondered at what age he'd be able to deep throat all eight-and-a-half inches -- 15 years old? 16? Or as old as I was -- 17? What if he could never do it, that be hot too, actually really hot. Seeing his lips make it down to my pubes but never reaching the base. I couldn't think of a more beautiful sight. What we'd done seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Feeding two hungry boys with man milk. My body had been electrified by the experience, my head buzzing, my toes tingling, my cock and balls spent. I went over again in my mind those awesome moments when my cum had been released: On the headboard of Tyler's bed, in Tyler's mouth as he crouched before me, in Tyler's mouth again with his head propped up on a pillow and my legs straddling his chest, and finally in Mark's mouth with me on all fours kissing Tyler. My cock stirred at the mental images but I knew better than to touch my raw and sensitive organ. Anyway, it didn't seem right to jerk off when I'd just had the real thing. I lay back and folded my arms behind my head. So this was what sex was like. I could now officially say I'd gotten laid. Virgin no more! I had a permanent grin plastered across my face. Life at that moment felt so good. Lying there in my bed drifting off to sleep, I prayed there wouldn't be any problems. As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about. My mom reiterated the glowing reports about me from Tyler and Mark which Mrs. Jackson had relayed to her. I'd hoped the boys wouldn't make a big deal about me babysitting them, but admittedly my ego was stroked knowing they still thought the world of me even after I had them satisfy my teen lust. We couldn't just hang out after that night, else it would've looked weird. It was important everything seem normal, and I couldn't trust us to act casual around one another. One morning Tyler rang the doorbell while my parents were out but I didn't answer. I so wanted to take them away somewhere private and thought the perfect plan would be a camping trip the following weekend. Just on my own, at least that's what I told my parents in front of Mrs. Jackson. Of course I knew she would tell Tyler. And I suspected Tyler would beg for him and Mark to come with me. Tyler's parents insisted I probably had friends I was going with, but I made a point of telling them that wasn't the case and if the boys wanted to join me they could. And that was that. You'd never seen two excited little dudes in all your life when I loaded the car after school on Friday. They grabbed one another and jumped around. The parents thought it was cute. Mrs. Jackson had tried to help out with the organizing but I had everything all mapped out. I'd gone solo camping plenty of times and my mom said it was nice for me to have some company. I placed my two large-scale hands on the boys' heads and asked if they were ready. Their answer was to jump up and down with glee. It'd been a casual and relaxing drive up to the site. I knew of a remote area away from the public campgrounds where we wouldn't be bothered. Tyler rode shotgun on the way up, with Mark promised the seat on our return trip. I didn't do anything with them while driving. Somehow it would've been wrong. I didn't get off on perving. No, what we were doing was more like a sacred ritual of manhood. That's what got me excited. Sharing something only boys could share. It was loving not lecherous. We talked about everything to do with camping, that's all. The only time it got weird was when Mark made a play for my crotch when I was pitching the tent. I shook my head, which Tyler also witnessed. I said, "Only in the tent." And I never had to repeat it, they understood instantly. Even though we were in the backwoods, I couldn't be sure who might pass by at any given moment. I couldn't risk putting the boys in danger. But once I fixed them dinner and cleaned up, we retired early to the tent. My heart was thudding with anticipation. My cock was already rock hard and leaking. Tyler and Mark shared eager looks between them. In unison, they insisted I carry them, so I picked up a boy in each arm and brought them into the tent. Tyler oohed and Mark aahed at my strength. I set them gently on the open sleeping bags and zipped up the tent. We were safe in our little hideaway. For a moment they got shy. Both sitting there hesitant. So I broke the ice by peeling off my T-shirt and socks, crouching there in my jeans. They copied me, both grinning. I unzipped my jeans then shuck them. They did the same with their cargo shorts. In the corner was our growing pile of clothes. "Maaaaaaaaarrrk," Tyler said in sing song, "it's already sticking out." He pointed at my banana hammock. "Yeah, and there's a spot that's all mooshy wet," Mark added. "Ours don't get mooshy wet 'cause ours are more littler," Tyler said. "But ours are sticking out like yours, Caleb. Stick, stick, stick," Mark boasted as both boys thrust their groins out to display the pellet-sized tents in their briefs. "I stored up lots of cum for you dudes," I grinned. Mark cocked his head innocently. "What's that? What's cum?" "The white chocolate sauce," Tyler sighed in mock exasperation. "Ooooohh, yeah, I forgot that's what it's called. Goody goody!" "Mmm, we can't wait." "Me first, me first," Mark insisted. "No, I gotta do something to both of you first," I said. "What's that?" Tyler asked. "What's that?" Mark parroted him. I smiled. "We gotta get naked first." They whipped off their briefs, both sporting little hardons. I did the same and kneeled before them. The size of my cock received the usual ridiculous praise. "You little dudes realize what we're doing is special. It's like our own secret little club." "Yeah." "And Caleb's our leader." "That's right," I said. "So before we start I need to mark my little dudes. To show we belong together." Mark totally misinterpreted what I was saying as he thought I was using his name. "You gotta make us all Mark?" I smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately. "No, homes, I mean mark like in marking territory." "How?" "What're you gonna do, Caleb?" "This," I said and positioned my slick cockhead near their faces. "A'ight, close your mouths and let me perform this little ceremony first." They nodded their heads attentively. I decided to show Mark I wasn't playing favorites and started with him. My cockhead connected with his cheek then traced around his whole face, coating it with my precum. He crouched there, all silent and proud. It was awesome spreading the sticky glaze all over the kid's face, like I was painting him up for battle. In some weird way this ritual felt like a wedding ceremony, my precum slathering his face like the exchange of rings. In hindsight I realize it's a dumb comparison, but in the moment of heightened lust and warm tenderness there was a strange logic to it. This wasn't just about being sucked off, it was deeper than that. Tyler fretted. "Save some for me." I smiled. "Don't worry, squirt, there's plenty to go round." Mark sighed, all contented. "Mm, you smell nice, Caleb. Like spices." He was probably referring to the musk that secreted from my pubes and seeped into my cock. I could smell it myself as it rose like fumes and assaulted my nostrils. I finished with Mark and transferred my cockhead to Tyler. He smiled in relief. I did the same to Tyler and drew on his face with my slit as if it was a leaky pen. The ritual with Tyler took longer, as there was less precum to coat his whole face. But eventually the kid also sported a facial mask. I sat back on my haunches. "And now, squirt and squirt's friend, we belong together." Tyler and Mark exchanged smiles and studied one another. "Your face is all, like, shiny." "Yours is too. It's all, like, sparkle sparkle sparkle." Tyler suddenly turned impatient. "Caleb? When do we get to drink your cum?" Mark tried to sound like the voice of reason. "Only when he says so." I cocked my head. "Don't you dudes want me to suck you?" "Nuh-uh, only we get to do you." "Yeah, 'cause ours don't make all that stuff." "We looooooooove our Caleb's cum." "Mm-mm, it's delicious." This was all so sweet and so wrong. "Okay, to make sure you dudes don't fight, you'll hafta share." Tyler spoke like a gracious host. "You can suck first if you wanna, Mark." "Nah, he marked my face first, so you can suck it." Tyler smiled at his friend gratefully. It was obvious he wanted to go first but he also knew it was important to be polite. A mischievous look crossed his face. "The tunnel!" "The tunnel!" Mark echoed. They pulled me down on all fours. I knew exactly what the boys were up to as they lined up in front of me. Each crawled underneath the length of my body, the hair on the tops of their heads brushing against my chest and stomach. "Duck," Mark giggled as he exited between my legs. He turned back to watch my nutsack swing like a pendulum. "Binga-bonga-binga-bonga." Tyler laughed freely and copied his friend, turning back to giggle at my swaying nutsack. Each went through twice more while chanting "tunnel, tunnel, tunnel." My cock twitched and pulsed each time it connected with their bodies. The teasing was downright glorious. But soon my cock ached to be sucked like an udder needs milking. I snapped my kneeling legs shut before Tyler could crawl through again. He got the hint and opened wide as if he were at the dentist's. I savored the moment before his lips made contact with the thick fat head. It was like a mental snapshot of his sweetly innocent hunger and my powerful need to seed. For most, I know fucking is the ultimate. For me, it's the act of getting blown. Don't get me wrong, both those boys had perfect moon-shaped asses. Getting my cock into their little rosebuds would be the holy grail if I were into it. But fucking seemed like a lot of wasted effort to get your cum up there, only to have it sent back out again. Blowjobs were a whole different ballgame. Each time the boys swallowed my cum it got absorbed into their bodies and became part of them. The idea that a little bit of me helped contribute to their growth was the ultimate pleasure. This was totally reinforced by the fact the little dudes kept saying they wanted to "grow up to be just like Caleb." It was like my cum might eventually be in their DNA. How awesome would that be? As my cockhead registered the sensation of Tyler's lips tightening around it, I smiled at the thought that we had the whole weekend for blowjobs upon blowjobs. I couldn't wait for Tyler to taste my semen again.