Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2012 18:54:17 -0700 From: Under Jug Subject: Squirt - Part 8 Part 8 by Underjug Code: B/b/b, oral, con That first night in the tent I came five times in total. Twice in Tyler's eight-year-old mouth. Twice in Mark's eight-year-old mouth. Then the two tag teamed on my cockhead and shared the milk together. We exchanged laughs and hugs in between. Since I didn't think to bring my weights with me I decided to use the boys as naked human dumbbells to perform chest flies. They were a couple of skinny 50 pounders but the weight was just enough to get a bit of a workout in. They sort of balled themselves up against the palms of my double extra-large sized hands. It was fun listening to them make sounds of delight like they were on a carnival ride as I raised and lowered them. Being with kids was so awesome because you could be silly without any judgement or reservation. I'd learned to become a reserved and apathetic 17 year old in high school, but here I could cut loose and just be myself. This week with Tyler and Mark had totally opened my eyes to what life could be like. I was the happiest I'd been in years. After two hours of the boys sucking my cock, it was getting dark out. We threw our clothes back on and went for a group pee. They giggled and I asked them what was so funny. "This is the first time we seen your wiener all droopy," answered Tyler. "His is called a cock," corrected Mark. "Lookit how his pee shoots out way farther than mine and yours." "Yeah, ours is only, like, halfway to the tree but his is hitting the stump." "Hey, Caleb, ours are longer when they stick out but yours is the same size even when it's sticking out or not." I answered with authority. "That's 'cause I'm a show-er not a grower." "What's that mean?" asked Mark. "Some dudes have cocks that shrink like yours when they get soft, those are growers. Some cocks stay the same size, those are called show-ers." "Ours are growers, not show-ers," Tyler practiced. "Yeah," I said, "but don't repeat any of that or else people will know it was me who told you." "Promise we won't say anything," Mark said. I shook my cock to empty the last drops of piss, which greatly amused the boys. They mimicked me. I built a fire and we roasted marshmallows. The pair snuggled next to me as if vying for my affection and I made sure they both got equal ruffles of the hair. I told them a spooky campfire story and they clung to me for protection, which was so hot. I tucked them in their sleeping bags and stayed up for an hour to wind down and reflect on what had just happened. Now that I was no longer thinking with my dick, a wave of guilt washed over me. Was it fair to have tweens blowing me? Shouldn't I maybe have someone my own age to have sex with? The truth was, I could have taken advantage of opportunities in high school but never did. And I'd seen plenty of gay teen porn but it had never got me as excited as when I was with these boys. But maybe I'd feel differently about having sex with a high school dude if I saw him in the flesh. Then I thought about the showers I'd had after gym class and not once did I throw a boner, even when some super hot jocks were soaping up next to me. I remembered back when I first met these boys how our wrestling around got me hard instantly. At first I'd just chalked it up to hormones but now I realized I was totally horned up being with them. And again, I wasn't the instigator. Well, I was in a way, but it wasn't like I put the idea in their head. They'd already been blowing each other for two years without any encouragement from me. But I was going to turn 18 next year. An adult. Didn't that mean I was supposed to be more responsible? Shouldn't I know better than to have eight year olds chugging my jizz? I brought myself down and decided to turn in before I started beating myself up even more about it. My mood totally changed once I climbed into the tent. Just the look on the faces of those two sleeping boys swept away all my moodiness. Once again I felt so good about the world as I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into my sleeping bag. I had the biggest grin on my face while drifting off to sleep. I awoke at dawn. The first thing I noticed was the boys missing from their sleeping bags. Then I sensed something weighing down my legs. I looked down to see two lumps in my own sleeping bag. I peeled back the cover and found the boys asleep between my legs. Somehow they had crawled in and stripped off my boxers. I was a heavy sleeper, so this was probably easily accomplished. Their faces were buried in my pubes, Tyler hugging my flaccid cock like a teddy bear. Jesus Christ, they were so fucking cute. I laid my arms behind my head and stared down at this beautiful sight. I wondered how in the world they could sleep with their faces pressed against my steel-wool pubes, but there they were out like a light. Slowly my cock started to stiffen on its own accord. It slipped from Tyler's hand, blowing up like a skinny party balloon. Eventually all eight plus inches stood out at a 45 degree angle from my body. There wasn't any curvature. It was straight as an arrow. I had the urge for a morning piss, so I ruffled the hair of the boys gently. Tyler woke up first. I could see he needed to get his bearings. It must have been an odd sight for him to see a weedy garden of pubes and a giant stump of flesh. Then he looked down the length of my naked body and saw me grinning down at him. He smiled back with that too sweet cuteness. "Hello." "Hey, dude." Mark was roused by the sound of our voices. He didn't miss a beat. "We slept on our Caleb." "I see that." "Are you mad at us?" "Well, I should be, but I'm not. You're lucky I love you so much." We all smiled. Mark said in sing song, "Somebody's super duper hard." Tyler chimed in, "You know what that means." "More milk for Tyler and Mark." "We're so lucky, lucky, lucky." The two competed to get to my cockhead and I noticed they were still in their tighty whities. "Hey, hey, dudes. I don't think I can come. I gotta pee first." Tyler and Mark begged to let them try and, like everything else I was proven wrong about my dick, I ended up firing a load onto my chest, which they lapped up hungrily. We got dressed and I made them breakfast. I packed a lunch for the hour hike up to the lake. We changed into swimming trunks and frolicked for a couple hours. Tyler and Mark treated me like a diving board as they leapt off my huge hands. I gave them helicopter rides and released their hands, letting them fly off and land in the water. Mark wasn't much of a swimmer, so I gave him a few lessons, holding his flat belly and keeping him raised above the surface. Tyler was a bit more advanced so I taught him the backstroke. We got a little bit risky as they took turns swimming between my legs but I made sure it didn't turn into anything sexual. I impressed them with my laps across the lake before we had lunch. The three of us stretched out on a blanket and watched the clouds drift overhead, identifying them as a whale, a clown's shoe, a wagon, a guy holding a pick ax, a doggy, and Caleb's you know. I used them again as my human dumbbells. They didn't like that name so I referred to them as smartbells. We played hide n go seek for another hour then decided to return to camp. The moment we got back they begged me for more milk. I was determined to suck their small dicks. But I could see they weren't very enthusiastic. Finally, I decided to ask them straight out why. "Well..." said Tyler. "It's just..." said Mark. They exchanged looks, waiting for the other to speak. Tyler worked up the courage to reveal the problem. "You just...suck them too hard." "It...kinda hurts." "Oh man, dudes, I didn't know. Guess I was so eager to suck them I wasn't thinking." This wasn't what I was going to say. I almost spilled the beans that theirs were the first cocks I had ever sucked. I'd already told them I had played around with my friends when I was younger and I didn't want them finding out I was a virgin before meeting them. "It's, like--you can suck 'em softer, like more with your tongue." How weird was this getting advice about blowjobs from an eight year old. "Yeah, dude, I guess I forgot you're smaller than me. You can get more aggressive with a dude my size because our mouths can handle adult cocks. But I promise to be gentler with you." They both jumped up and down like I'd just delivered news about them getting the Christmas present they wanted. Each grabbed me by the hand and led me into the tent. We stripped down, creating once again a tall pile of clothes in the corner. "I wanna try this trick, dudes, so I can suck you both. Lay down flat so that your bums and wieners are pressed together." They didn't quite understand what I was getting at, so I had to move them around until I had them in position. Their little dowels were pointing up and I knelt down and placed them both in my mouth. The sensation was like having a pair of chopsticks poking in as I closed my lips and sucked delicately. Tyler and Mark sighed dreamily. "That's better." "Way, way better." Encouraged, I flapped my tongue between their cocklets, and darted it slowly to create a massage effect. They wriggled underneath me. "I love my Caleb." "I love my Caleb, too." The bottom of my tongue dragged against their pea-sized balls. They sighed in stereo. I realized I'd much rather have these undeveloped little sticks in my mouth than any adult cock. They were so fucking tiny, so completely smooth. I started leaking precum like crazy as I blew these eight year olds. I rested the tip against the cotton lining of the sleeping bag so it would absorb the fluid. My horniness eventually got the better of me and I started sucking harder. I could hear Mark suck air through his teeth and knew instantly to back off. I had them whimpering happily in no time. After about 20 minutes of sucking, Tyler had a dry orgasm. It was such a wild sensation in my mouth with one wiener hard and the other twitching. I then focused on Mark's wiener and got him off in five minutes--the individual attention probably helped. "Thank you, Caleb." "Thank you, Caleb." "You are welcome, dudes." I stretched out on the sleeping bag and they laid on top of my chest and abs. "Hey, Tyler, he's like an air mattress." "Yeah. We're like an air mattress when all the air is taken out." "And he's like someone going--" Mark crawled down briefly to my stiff rod. He wrapped his fist around the cockhead and pretended to blow air into it. "Pff. Pff. Pff. Pff. Pff." Tyler laughed uproariously. "'Cept Caleb doesn't have a plug." Mark returned to my chest and I held the boys in my arms. "Caleb, can we use you as our air mattress tonight?" "Sure, dudes." "And when we wake up later at night can we sleep by your wiener?" "Your cock." "Your cock." "Sure, dudes, just be careful around the family jewels." Tyler crinkled his nose. "The family jewels?" "My balls." "Oh." Then giggling. "Why do they call them the family jewels?" I had to think about that for a second. "It's just a nicer word for it. But don't say it to your parents, okay?" "Sure." "Okay." "Mm, we love our Caleb." "Hey, dudes?" "Yeah?" "You still cool with drinking my milk?" "I love it," said Mark. "Yeah," added Tyler. "It's, like, when we couldn't see you for the whole week me and Mark were all, like, Caleb's inside our tummies." "I kept hugging my tummy pretending I was hugging you." "Bet I'll grow a whole inch by Christmas 'cause of Caleb's yummy milk." "It's sooooooo yummy." "Even yummier than ice cream." "Are you gonna let us have more, Caleb?" "I can't say no to you little dudes." "Mm, you're my protector." Mark hugged me fiercely around the neck. "If anyone tries to pick on us you'll beat 'em up." And Tyler was hugging me too. Our faces were pressed close together and I suggested we kiss. It was a sweet little three-way. I decided not to use tongue this time, just planted innocent butterfly kisses. I'm in heaven. That's all I could think. During that camping trip I shot a total of 12 times.