Challenged
Chapter 03
WARNING: this story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys. If the subject matter offends you, is not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find something else to read. In the following story all names and events are completely fictional. Although I may mention specific locations, places, or persons any resemblance to said people, locations, or places is completely unintentional.
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PREVIOUSLY:
...he looked a little concerned and said, "I usually have a bath, if you don't mind, I've never had a shower."
"Well Winnie, you've done a lot of the things for the first time tonight, and you're going to have your first shower too! Tomorrow we'll have a bath, but tonight it's a shower!"
"Really Brett?" he asked earnestly…
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…"You've got that right!" I replied, and rolled off the bed. I grabbed his spindles and swung them around so they were over the edge, dropped them to the floor, spread them and had him sit up. Of course when his cumm crusted cock slid off his hip and flopped down when I did it, it didn’t evade my notice. When I turned around and faced away from him, I squatted down between his shrivelled legs and had him lean forward onto my back and wrap his arms over my shoulders and hold them in front of my neck. I put my hands under his spindles and stood up with him on my back. He wasn't too heavy, being a little shorter than me and his spindly legs certainly weren't too heavy. But I’m not too sure about that third one of his that was now pressed against back.
It was likely he had never ridden piggyback, so when I started trotting like a horse, he broke out in his raucous laughter, jerking his body and yelling, “Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Bretty biotch!” as his big cock rubbed up and down on my back. Oh yasss…
And he was obviously getting the same disgusting feelings I was as he announced over me, “Oh Bretty, your bare back feels so good on my cock. Wish I had a boner now and could ride on it and cumm again. That would be so funner!”
Just like all kids with a new toy, wanting to try all the different ways they can play with it to literally get off on it.
When I stepped into the shower stall, I turned away from the wall and pressed him back against it. I dropped his legs and told him to let go of my shoulders as I leaned down and arrange his feet about a foot from the shower and pushed his knees back to ensure they were locked. His thick tube of cock that had slid into my butt split as I bent over, did not deter me, well, maybe distracted me a little, enjoying the moment. So I stayed bent over a little longer and asked him if he was okay. He giggled, “Gettin’ better!” Man I too could handle that cock nestling in there all day. "Oh yes, it's okay, you put them right." He let go of me and I turned and looked at him. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he stood leaning against the wall with his feet out slightly, legs locked and his big cock dangling. He put his fingers under it and flipped it up, and chortled, “Big Boy here sure enjoyed his ride! And the view was great!” Damn he was good.
And it certainly seemed like he was rapidly getting into the horndog state of a budding pubescent teenybopper, enjoying the feel of my cock whenever the opportunity afforded it.
Like even when I adjusted the water and took the removable wand off and sprayed it all over him. So I rewarded him by holding the wand right on his knob a bit, then circled it around and held it up under his balls. He closed his eyes and smiled.
After I shampooed his hair, I started to soap his body. And what a body! Fuck the leg thing. His torso and arms were so smooth, hard, the muscles so defined, and his stomach was really cut, a real six-pack from getting in and out of his wheelchair. And he kept slipping me a feel as we both enjoyed my hands sliding all over his naked body. Again, a first for both of us. I had purposely skipped his slippery schlong as I knelt down to start on his bony legs.
But it was proving to a bit difficult because now I had the diversion of being face to face, or face to cock to deal with. But I pursued and found that the muscles under the skin were quite underdeveloped, and he gigged when I did between his toes. Of course I made a point of tilting my head up a lot to glance up at his face, because I enjoyed seeing his shiny balls and big glistening knob with the water running off it in the foreground.
Finally. We grinned at each other, knowingly. I moved his slab of boy meat aside with the back of one hand as I did his soft bag, rolling the semen stones inside as he snickered. Then I took hold of the shaft, the object of my desire. Oh yes! So thick and sponging now. The water draining off his light red knob, like off a big cherry... OMG! I suddenly had the urge to taste it! I’d heard some other boys talking about sucking cocks. But I wasn’t really interested then, you know, kinda dirty and stuff. But then, that was also before I had entered my ball tingling, boner stroking stage with all its great body rush feelings. These driving urges …
All I wanted to do was open my mouth, put it over that muscle mass, then go down as far as I could on it and use my two forefingers to stuff all the rest all the way in, in till my lower lip hit his balls and my upper one were against his smooth pubes.
Shit! What a thought. But… I wasn’t sure about Winn. I mean for our first time, we had just felt each other up and jerked each other off. But then I’d been pumpin’ my pony now for a good 6 months, so that the jerkin’ off part wasn’t new at all to me. That’s about, lemme see… 6 X 31, X 2, no make that 3, so that’s approximately 558 times I’ve spurted by my own hand. It’d be likely more if you consider my weekend marathons of a dozen or so. Remember yours?
Anyhow, I didn’t want to turn him off. And besides, dragging out the discoveries makes for more equally exciting experiences each time you experience a new one. Like whacking off, his first. And my second first… but no, wait a minute, actually a double first for me, first fisting by a bud, and first whackamoly on another bud’s. Jeez, then, he really has had triple firsts. Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Let’s just say,’ great spurtworks’!
Meanwhile, back to my sudden desire to do a lip lunge. I swallowed the mouthful of saliva I had worked up and concentrated on the job at, I mean, in, hand. And talking of hand, I decided to do a quick measurement, and put one hand under the soft shaft, pushed the fingertips to the top of his bag and looked at the cock now lying on my palm. And no shit, the big knob was now at the bottom of my palm by my wrist!
He was smiling down at me when I looked up, so I grinned back and stroked the top of his cock lying in my palm with my other hand, “Nice puppy. Good boy.”
He laughed, "Oh Bretty, that feels so good, but I won't be able to control it much more if you keep that up!" and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Well don't get hard, I don't have enough soap for that friggin’ thing!" I retorted and he laughed some more as he slapped his spindly knees.
I rinsed him off with the shower wand and told him to drop his head because I wanted to shampoo his hair and holstered the wand. Of course I was again distracted because he was looking down and couldn’t resist my flopper as I soaped him up. As I worked my fingers through his long flaxen hair, he rolled my balls and decapped me off and on.
Winnie giggled as he lightly slapped it back and forth, “Shit, the damn thing’s asleep and won’t wake up! And I wanna play with him again. Well I guess I can wait till later.”
I grinned as I rinsed his hair, then jealously stroked a couple strands, “K, Dunk of the big Dick Clan, gotta turn you to the wall and do your ass. And, come to think of it, while I’m at it, might as well do your back. Hold onto my shoulder, I’m gonna pull you off the wall a bit and spin you on your right foot so you are facing it, K?”
It may seem like I’m giving him a lot of instructions, but when you’ve never been upright in your whole life, then standing and moving, the things we don’t have to even think about as they are automatic, are all new to him. So I also want to take my time and not take any chances. We don’t know what it’s like, because we all were babies when we were last vertically challenged.
He was a little unsteady at first, but was learning fast as I spun him, and he leaned slightly out from the wall with his hands flat on it. What a back. What an ass! I chuckled now and gave it a couple soft slaps, “Shit, that damn thing’s asleep too and won’t wake up! I wanna play with it.”
He giggled and when he pinched his cheeks tight several times, they dimpled in so they were like two thick vertical muscles and he held them tight. I grasped them with both hands with my thumbs in the crack and squeezed. “Sweet ass! Shit, you even got muscles in your ass handles as hard as your arms! It feels like I could even steer you with them.”
When he broke up over that, I realized we were doing an awful lot of giggling, chuckling and laughing, but then thought, that’s what all kids do! Right? And all the time because we’re happy now, especially when we’re on a discovery trip! Lotsa new things and stuff to try. Too bad grownups don’t loosen up and have some fun for a change too.
Meanwhile, back at Winn’s tight ass cheeks, I let go of them and started soaping his back. So solid, “Hey Dunk, tighten up your back muscles,” and when he did, man they were like steel, “flex them now,” jeez, they rippled, “You got one awesome bod. Next thing you’ll be telling me is you got muscles in your shit!” I could feel the flexing in my hands as he broke up again.
I continued soaping down to his ass and when I ran my finger down his crack, his cheeks tightened up again. I knew how I liked to diddle in my butthole, so I ran my fingertip around his.
“Oh… nice... Can you… I mean, I like to clean a bit inside and …well it feels kinda good too… so can you do it…?”
“Oh ya, cool! I do mine all the time and like it.” and the wrinkle was tight when I pressed a tip against it. He relaxed it and the tip slipped in and he tightened on it. We very quiet and I knew how that felt and then he relaxed a bit, so I kinda ran the tip around the inside, then pushed back and forth in it.
“Oh Bretty, that’s just how I do it! Feels so good too. I’ll do you when I wash your back, K?” ‘Butt is a #4 first on our list now?
I did the back of his legs, then rinsed him off, anxious to have him do me, another first for both of us too. I slapped his ass again, “There, all done. Clean as a whistle, inside and out. Now, let’s turn around.” The move went smoother and I grinned as I looked him over, and nodded, “Great! K, let’s go out into my bedroom.”
His grin of expectation turned to one of dismay, “Bu… but I thought I… was gonna do you too?”
I scowled at him as I stifled any laughter, “Have you ever washed another naked boy off? Head shake, “Do you know how to do it then?” Two rapid head nods, “Inside and out?” About six rapid ones. ”K, I trust you. In fact I’m dying to have you do it!” and his dismay turned to surprise then he grinned as he gently slapped my pony, “Boitch!” and joined me in laughter.
He giggled as I handed him the wand and leaned forward for him to shampoo my hair. It was my turn to toy with his length of floppy cock now. And I think I detected a bit of filling in my mouth as I started to salivate again. As I rolled his balls I thought about load they carried from the size of his virgin spurt. When I ran my thumb on his soaking knob, he flinched.
He finished, so I turned around and he started working his way down from my shoulders to my ass. And he chuckled a bit behind me, then even more when I spread my feet and reached behind to spread my cheeks! He didn’t even hesitate as he ran his soapy finger down the crack and around on my puckered rim. I nodded my head slowly and relaxed the wrinkle when he pressed the finger on it and it slipped in. OMG did it feel good, a lot better than when I did it to myself. He stopped, so I nodded for some more, and it felt so good as he did it half dozen more rides. I half turned my head so he stopped, then I turned for him to start on my front. Although I had no one to compare him with, his fingers felt so good as he tenderly soaped my naked arms, chest, stomach…
It was difficult for him to bend over and do the best part and he confirmed it by saying, "I can't... can't do any further down…on your legs." in a disappointing voice.
"No problem, you can sit down to do my ‘legs’," and pointed to the plastic seat that formed out from the wall beside the wand shower.
He grinned as I helped him swing over and lower onto it. I handed him the wand, bent down, spread his feet, and his eyes widened when I moved up to him till my shins touched the bench! He smiled as he leaned in to about a half a foot away from my dangling joint, well, slowly filling joint.
Rather than say he was ‘washing’ it, it was better to say he was ‘playing’ with it. Not that I minded. In fact that was the idea now. He was having a great time, defrocking, rubbing, rolling and basically playing with my set of newly minted, reproduction, tools. And of course it caused the blood to flow into the handle part.
He paused with his fist around it and looked up at me, ‘Oops, I think he’s waking up?” I looked down and saw his knob was no longer touching the seat now either. He saw me looking down so he added, “Oh, oh. I’m getting a stiffy bone! And you’re getting one too?”
When I nodded, he got all excited, “Great! Can I whack you off now?”
It caught me off-guard for a moment. Then I remembered my first spurt, how great it was and wanted to do it again in like, 10 minutes. Didn’t you? I mean who wouldn’t, eh? The whole body rush/tingling thing again?
I shook my head and grinned, “Well Winn buddy, I know how you feel, because I’ve been through it. But you have to recharge, like your balls are empty and it takes time to fill them up.”
He suddenly looked deflated, “Ho… how long do you have to wait?”
“Well now, I do it every morning, a full load, and if I wait for bedtime again, another full one. But I usually can’t wait, so I’ll slip in the washroom and have a good, maybe half a one, then after school, a small one again, but the bed spurts are smaller too. Now on the weekends, I’ve done it every couple hours, and they are not big loads but I sure get a good shimmy cumm. A few times I’ve done it within an hour, no juice but a good toe standing dry rush. I overheard one of the boys saying he had done it 12 times in one day!” Whew!
Just thinking back on that, being naked, and looking down at Winn’s rising interest, made me instantly pop wood in his hand. He noticed that and giggled as he started to slowly stroke it and his interest joined up, up and singing.
Why not? I realized. Every boy has jerked off in the shower, right? Another first for him and besides, his doing me in one would be a plus too! So I put the wand up and left it spraying down on him, then squeezed in beside him, grabbed his hard cock and we started to happily toss each other.
I was surprised how quickly my tingling turned to a body full rush. Shit, I tightened my ass, tossed my head back, straightened my feet out, lifting them off the floor and had a great dry cumm. My first dry one in a long time.
Winn had paused on my cock when I started my dry cummy jig and watched, jaw dropped. I smiled lazily at him so he let go of my shaft and I then started to really pound his pudding. And under the streaming hot water, it didn’t take long before he too he tossed his head back and started bouncing on the seat. I could feel his gagging cock throbbing in my hand, trying to squirt, as he tossed his head forward, almost doubling over, and shuddered, gasping really loud.
To watch him, you’d think he was in pain rather than ecstasy. He slumped back against the wall, breathing hard, as he now looked at me dreamily, water running off his dying dick.
When I stood to turn off the shower, he slapped my dead dick, “I think he’s starting to like me. He likes me taking him for a walk, but even more when I take him on run, especially in the rain!”
I sat back down beside him and he didn’t even flinch when I rested my hand on one of his spindles and asked, “So Winn. Whatcha think about that whack off?”
“Well it was good. But I think I’ll just use it in an emergency, the cumm stuff makes it a lot better.”
I stood and looked down at him as I gave him my hand, “Since we’re really clean and empty, might as well dry each other off and head back to my room.”
He ginned as I pulled him up, tilted him to the wall and enjoyed the good towel rubbing we gave each other. We finished so I turned and backed up to him and he put his arms around my neck. "Time to get on your horse ", I said and I galloped out with him on my back, his legs dangling this time. I liked that empty cock against my back this time.
When I reached the bed, I turned, backed up and he let go and fell back on the bed. I grabbed his legs and put them up on the bed again and said, " I'm going to get some Cokes, don't do anything till I get back ". He giggled and grabbed his cock and replied, "Don't worry, I won't, unless of course you aren't too long! ", then he laughed and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and did a helicopter. And he could sure do a good one too! I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple Cokes, two large bags of chips, a box of chocolate cookies and a box of brownies. Then I struggled to my room with the armful of ‘snacks’.
He had put a cushion up against the headboard and had pulled himself up against it and locked his hands behind his head, "I love the way your dick swings when you walk. Guess it’s on a break" His was flopped over on his hip, and I felt so good to see him so comfortable and unabashed now, no longer self-conscious about his bare legs. Of course the third leg was a little distracting.
As I was looking down I swiveled my hips, making my cock slap away and retorted, "You like it better when it's up rather than this way, don't you horndog!"
"Well yes, but I like it any way it is." he fired back, and watched me set the meagre snack load down, well as you likely remember, meagre for teens that is.
He watched me as I leaned down and spread his bare spindles a bit, tickled his balls, opened a bag of chips, put a it down between those sticks, and shoved the bag against his, making him flinch. When I glowered at him, “Don’t want you to spill it.” He giggled and rolled his eyes.
I opened the cans of pop, the cookies and brownies and set them down beside him and put another cushion on the headboard then flopped down with the goodies between us.
We settled down to chill out and watch TV, fight each other on my Playstation, jam junk in our mouths and chat it up. He was just starting on a chip when I leaned over and gently lifted his soft cock by the knob that was pointed at me and dropped it over the other way. He looked quizzically at me, so I explained, “I don’t like that goddamn eye staring at me. It doesn’t even blink.”
He chuckled as he reached over, held mine up and peeled the hoody down, and dropped it so it faced him, and retorted, “Well I don’t mind. I think he’s kinda cute, and I love what he does when he does open his eye!”
So on it went, you know, joshing, munching, guzzling, watching and a lotta dick playing with each other. He still liked to grab my shaft and moved the skin up and down, watching my knob disappear and I would take his cock and bend his knob around and touch his smooth pubes it was so long.
He also had one of those that was almost the same size soft as hard, it just got stiff, so it was almost 6 in. long and thick when it was soft. I think it’s called a show-er, not a grow-er like mine.
So we quickly devoured our stash and after about an hour and a half had flown by, I looked at Winn, "I'm hungry, let's get a sub." I said and got up.
"Yeah, me too. I was born hungry. Gotta feed the big fella and build up some more cumm. Think we can whack off when we’re through?” I shook my head a bit, in disbelief, then realized I was there once too. And well actually, to tell the truth, am now too.
“We’ll see. Don’t want to get too raw.” Remember when you did too?
He frowned when I tossed him a pair of soccer shorts. He looked at them then up at me, "B…but what about underwear… and my legs?"
"Forget the underwear, be a swinger, and what's the problem with your legs anyway? Fuck ‘m, who cares anyway!”
He looked serious for a moment, paused, realizing this was all so new, then smiled, “You’re right, who gives a fuck! Not me now! Help me swing these sticks over the side, and we’ll go get us a fucking pizza!”
Boy, he was suddenly one angry and serious dude. I grabbed his ‘sticks’ and swung them over the edge of the bed and he sat up on it. As I went to bend down to help him put the shorts on, he shook his head and put his hand out, “I can put them on myself. I learned how pretty quick when my boner got in my mom’s way.” and I muzzled a chuckle as I imagined it, and handed them to him.
He was had obviously done it a lot, but it kinda me feel bad as I watched because we do it so fast without even thinking about it. He bent down and struggled to slip the shorts over his feet, then wiggled them up his legs to his knees and over the bit of thigh to the bed’s edge. He is one determined dude. Then he put his hands under his thighs and pulled up on them up as he rolled onto his back, and stopping, his legs overhead, then pulled the shorts down over his hips. He rolled back so he was sitting on the edge again. The shorts were a little askew and his cock was sideway but he could see that I was a little impressed and well actually amazed at what he had just done all by himself. He shot me a proud ‘See! Look! then glanced down, "They're awfully tight"
“Well that’s a problem that I don’t have, too bad you guys with big cocks have to live with it. So stuff that fucking sausage thing down the pant leg and quit your fucking whining!"
“I… I’ve always worn those baggy long pants, so can you… like show me how?” I frowned, “I guess I could. But I’ll have to touch your cock.” He shrugged, “Well okay but don’t break it” I smiled, “Okay, I’ll try not to. But if I do, I’ll give you mine. Now lift your bare ass off the seat. ”
He rose up on his hands and the shorts were a little tight and it took a bit of figuring how to stuff his cock and balls down the left pantleg and wiggled them up over his ass and to his hips. Whew. He was quite impressed with the package as I patted it. I shook my head, “You’re lucky. If the pant leg was an inch shorter, you’re pets eye would be peeking out!” and I patted his sticks, “And no one will even notice it you have other legs noi matter what shape.” This was going to be a real confidence builder and I’m glad he didn’t let me help him. Another challenge he has overcome.
"Does it show too much?” he asked as he ran his hand down it and looked at me questionly.
"That's the idea! You got it, you flaunt it! Make’m jealous Dunk! ", then I paused, “And think of it as you having your own personal ‘basket’.” I replied and ran my hand down mine, “Shit they won’t even give me a glance.”, and tossed him a tank top. He thought for a moment, then grinned and rubbed his new bulge a couple of times and put on the tank top. As I figured, it showed off his muscular shoulders and big arms really well.
He followed me down the hall in the wheelchair and I bumped him down the steps and headed to the store. He was having so much fun as he wheeled away and he couldn't stop talking.
We got to the sub shop and I held the door as he rolled in. We had them build a couple of huge subs and went back outside. "That was so fun, I usually have to wait outside while my mom goes and gets them." He laid the sub across his lap as we headed back and we bumped into Reggie and Hank from our class.
"Hi Brett! Hey Winnie, I haven't seen you down here before," Reggie said and took a quick glance at Winnie legs unconcerned and continued, "what brings you down here?"
I knew Winnie was nervous, the first time with his legs bare, and he relaxed when the boys ignored them. "I'm having a sleepover at Brett's!" he replied proudly, "And we just came down to get a sub!"
Of course Horsey Hung Hank naturally looked down at Winnie's crotch, and realizing he was looking at some competition, asked, "How come you get two?”
Winnie looked puzzled then looked down and saw the big tube down his pant leg beside the sub, then touched it blushing, then laughed knowingly along with the rest of us.
"That's for late night!" I added and rubbed my own. We continued to laugh as we headed back home.
"You were right Brett, they didn't seem to pay any attention to my legs but they sure did to my dick!"
We wheeled along and just before we got to my house, my 11 ½ year old neighbor came bouncing off his porch and met us. He was short and skinny with shaggy brown hair and he was starting to pull on his crotch like he usually does. He piped up in his high voice, "Hey Brett, how's it hangin'?" then looked at Winnie and down at his legs and crotch.
"Hey, HB! Horny Boy! We just went out to get some subs to munch on,” then I looked down and waived my hand at Winn, and teasingly continued, “and this, this is my new friend Winnie and were going home to fool around!"
Floydy, true to form, got quite animated and replied, "Really? You said you was gonna go home and fuck around? Can I come along? I don't have to be home for another hour!"
Winnie was really taken aback, a bit shocked, and blushing as he looked aghast at me, so I chuckled, “Oh sorry bud, his full name is ‘Horny Boy Floydy’. He’s normally, Floyd or Floydy, but as you can see by the way he’s teasing his monkey, his nic Horny Boy is quite appropriate!”
I knew he would be fun for Winnie, another new experience, so I said to Floydy, "I guess so, if Winnie doesn't mind", then looked back at Winnie. His shock melted down to lust, his eyes twinkling now as he tried to be nonchalant by shrugged his shoulders, and nodding.
"Can I ride on the wheelchair with you Winnie? Please, pretty please?" I don't think Winnie had ever been asked this before so he agreed and lifted the sub off his lap.
He looked down at Winnie's lap and raised his eyebrows, "That fucker won't hurt me if I sit on, will it?" he asked giggling. Winnie was a little confused and maybe overwhelmed, but knowing him, he quickly joined in on the banter, "Only if you give me trouble or a ‘hard’ time!"
Floydy climbed onto Winnie's lap and said, "Just a minute, I have to make an adjustment," and reached behind him and squeezed Winnie's cock several times, "are you ok now Winnie?“
"Getting that way!" Winnie retorted and chortled.
Floyd grabbed the arms and lay back against Winn with their heads together and I gave them a wild ride, swerving and spinning till we reached my house. Floyd got off still laughing as I bumped the chair up the stairs and he scooted up ahead of us to my room.
Floyd was very familiar with the place and was already down to his underwear with a CD playing when we went in. Winnie looked stunned when he saw Floyd, then back at me, eyes wide, his eyebrows raised. I muzzled a snicker as I shrugged my shoulders and turned my head to the side.
Floyd came back over to Winnie, and nonchalantly asked, "What happened to your legs?" as he ran his hand over them. Winnie was surprised by the move, and a little uncomfortable too, “I ha…had a disease when I was little and the muscles never developed”
"That sucks. But hey, no probs Winnie!", Floyd said as he shook his head," I have a cousin who lost a goddamn arm but he's a great guy, just like you, which is a lot more important!” That brightened Winn up, and, when he continued, “Hey, are you guys going to fuck around or what?” even more. “How ‘bout we hop into the hot tub?" he asked as pulled on his crotch, "I'm getting a boner, look!" He pulled his underwear off and stuck his boner out, pulling the skin back-and-forth then pressed it down with his thumb and let it spring up.
Winnie looked like he was gonna shit a brick as his hand dropped onto the sub, "Well Winnie, whatcha think? Gonna or not? Oh yeah, here let me get the sub off of yours!" and giggled as he lifted it off, then squeezed Winnie’s bulge, “Oh boy that other one’s still warm!” and Winn stared at the tight little bare ass grind away as he picked my sub up and put them on the bed too.
He turned back, cocked his hips, put his hands on them and tilted his head, as looked at Winn, “Well. C’mon, c’mon. Let’s heat that other sub of yours up some more in the hot tub. Looks like it’s a foot longer too!
I really had to laugh at the confused, then excited, then horny look on Winn’s face as he watched the whirlwind called Floydy racing around boner waving. I knew exactly what his mind was thinking, so I threw him a “Well?’ look. And he returned with a ‘K!’ nod, so I passed the ‘K!’ nod onto Floydy.
"Hooray! I'll take the cover off!” Floyd replied and ran into the hot tub room, his 4¼ in. needle boner waving away, his naked butt cheeks pinching. BTW, a ¼“ is important when you’re an 11 ½ year old. Right?
"Well whatcha think of Floyd?"
"Wow, he’s some spitball, I must say, sure isn't shy and does have rather colourful language!" then became a little timid, “And my second boner on the same day!”
"Oh ya, but you haven't even heard or seen all of it yet. And you're in for some real fun, I know you'll enjoy him and you see now why he’s called ‘Horny Boy Floyd’!"
Floydy came racing back into the room stretching his foreskin out, squeezing his little balls. “C’mon guys, how come you're not fuckin' ready yet? I guess I'll just have to get you ready myself."
He kept pulling on his long hoody and walked over to Winnie and said, "It's not very big, not as big as Brett's, but it's really hard. My balls aren't big enough to hold any shots yet, but I should be able to soon. See." And he tried to bend it down with his thumb. "Try it!" That sparked Winnie up and he didn’t hesitate, but reached out and tried to pull it down but it wouldn't bend. And I knew how hard that needle stuck up too! I could see excited Winn was getting as he pushed the back of his hand on his bulge.
Floyd came over to me, "I guess I'd better help you out first”, which he always enjoyed doing and pulled off my shirt, undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. He looked at my semi before his eyes, "Yes, no underwear! Decent!"
He fisted it, popped my knob out, then looked at Winnie, "Nice cock eh? I'm Brett’s little buddy, but this is my favorite little buddy! See how he wakes up when he sees me. He wants me to play with him.", then popped my hoody off and on, “See! He likes hide and seek too!”
I was rock hard now, “See how big it gets when you give it a little exercise!", then giggled and bent it down and let it snap up, “Eww… and ready for a workout!”
"K Winnie you’re the next victim ", he said and smiled at Winnie in his chair as he scampered over to him. Winn lifted his arms so Floyd stripped off his shirt, and stared, "Wow! Nice muscles!” Winn proudly tightened his fists and flexed his muscles for him and Floydy’s eyes widened and he traced his finger over Winnie's chest, down his 6pack and onto the packed shorts. When he paused his finger on the straining mound, he tilted his head and looked confused. Then when he tapped it a couple times with his knuckle, and squeezed it, he lurched back, “What the fuck you got living in there? Is it dangerous?”
Winnie, the pro banterer, chortled at Floydy’s quips, "K now, lift your goddamn butt off the seat! If I think I’s dangerous, I may have to choke the shit out of the fucking thing ,” then giggled, “or whatever’s in that fucking lump!”
Winnie was having a ball, the leg thing forgotten completely. He had no problem pushing down on the arms, lifting has ass off the chair seat and holding himself up. Floydy squatted in front of him and started working the shorts off his hips. Winn smiled down at the messy head of hair bobbing in his lap. Floydy had the waistband off Winn’s hips and was down enough that his ass and pubes were uncovered as well as the thick base of the cock. The bulge was arched up now straining against the waistband it was caught on.
Floydy tilted his head, thinking for a minute, then put two fingers on each side of the stretched bulge and started pulling it off, and as the shaft was slowly exposed, his eyes bugged. He stopped to check the thickness between his thumb and forefinger and shook his head in disbelief, then went back at it, sliding it down the arched cock till it caught on the wide flare, the jagged scar now showing.
"Wow, now that's a fuckin` monster!" and grasped it like a handle and pretended like he was trying to lift it.
‘Okay Brett, stand back I’m gonna let it loose!” He grabbed the waistband again with his fingers and yanked it towards him, pulling the shorts off the hard cock. When it sprang up and smacked back on the stomach, Floydy put his arms up in front of himself, defensively, and fell onto the floor, rolling on his back, his bare ass up in the air, his needle pointing down at him.
When he yelped out, “Help me, it’s alive and gonna attack me!” Winn dropped his bare ass down on the chair seat so he could pounded the arms and started to laugh so hard, I thought he was gonna piss his pants! Well no, his pants were down at his ankles, so piss himself then.
And when Floydy rolled forward onto his hands and knees, and pretended to sneak up on it, Winn pounded and laughed even harder. Of course I was also looking at the pink rose in Floydy’s ass crack with little bag of jewels uptight under it as he snuck up. When he reached the side of the wheelchair, he quickly lunged over the wheel and grabbed the bobbing cock.
“Gotcha!” he exclaimed. He paused, studying it, then wrapped his other fist around it, “Yowser! It’s a fuckin’ double fister! First time I’ve ever caught one. I wonder how much will spit out when I choke it to death?”
This was quite a sight to see. Muscle bound Winn sitting naked in the wheelchair, his shorts down at his ankles with skinny naked Horny Boy Floyd sitting on his heels beside a wheel. His arm was resting across Winn’s spindly legs his hand slowly stroking Winn’s big cock as he smiled up at him, chatting away like long-time friends. I was so happy for him.
"… and your skin is cut off like my cousin's. He likes to play with mine and it feels good too. Maybe you’d like to do it in the tub?” and Winn blushed a bit as he nodded. “Fuckin’A! Let's go then, I’ll push you this time. Don’t want to sit on that thing, it might go up my ass and out my mouth!” and rose up. He never stops.
I broke in with, "Hell no, he'll walk in!” and Floydy looked puzzled. “Here I'll show you how", and went over and held my hands out and Winnie pulled himself upright. I kept my hand on his shoulder to keep his balance then moved behind him and worked my feet under his and started to duck-walk to the tub. My hardon was riding in his crack again which I enjoyed and Floyd giggled, "Don't poke another hole in his ass with that fucking thing of yours Brett!"
We all had a chuckle and Floyd moved around in front of us, walking backwards, pulling on his dink and lightly slapping Winn’s, "We should put an oversize warning flag on that dangerous schlong of yours that's waving around Winnie!"
When we got to the tub, I lowered down and sat Winnie on the edge, then rose up and swung his feet around and dropped them into the water, then went behind and slid him down onto the underwater seat. Floyd slid in beside him and pointed for me to sit on his other side and he put his arms over our shoulders with that big grin of his on his face. "This is just great! Really fuckin’ great!”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the bubbling water, three naked and rousingly horny buds, keeping our raging boners warmed up.
Of course it was Floydy who broke the trance, or should I say, kicked things off. "Let me see if you're comfortable" he said and slipped his hands underwater and grabbed our boners and slowly started to stroke. Winnie looked quite content.
Floydy shot him a coy smile, "Better check me out Winnie,", and the water swirled a bit as Winnie slid his hand over and slowly jacked on Floyd's hard little dick, who dropped his head forward, and closed his eyes and sighed, "hmm… yasss… that feels sooo… good… Winnie buddy."
I could see that Winnie felt so good and warm now that he had two good buddies, more than likely the first he’s ever had. And he also was now having the naked fun that all boys have and enjoy together as they move into and through puberty. All kid’s love the joy of discovery, especially when those new feelings they discover are awaking in their developing bodies. And even more so when shared at the hands and naked bodies of frends.
We sat for a while as Floyd chatted away and then started played around, splashing us and pulling Winnie around. They were both having a ball. When I suggested we get out, Floydy jumped up the underwater seat and slapped his dangler back and forth, “Great idea! My little pet is so bored, he’s gone to sleep…” His hoody was longer now that it was slack and he peeled it back and pointed the blind eye in the pink tip back and forth at us, “Oh goodie, he sees you naked guys sitting there and wants to play with your pets!” and course he was instantly boned as usual. He pressed it down and let it spring up, “See how happy he is! He figures it’s about time to have some whacky whackin’ fun with the others now!"
I must admit I was semi now as I rose up, and Floydy gave it a friendly slap, “See, my favorite also wants to. It’s been about three days since I gave him a ride.”
Winnie was giggling as I pulled him up onto the rim. He was wearing a dripping semi so naturally, Floydy dropped back down in front of him and slapped it lightly, “See, he’s interested too, but still half asleep.” and then giggled as it rose to full attention on its own. He wrapped both his fists around it again and nodded, “Still a perfect fit. Man I wanna do a burst!” and let go. Needless to say, Winn was really loving all this attention, and not only for the first time with friends but also naked and out of his chair.
When I went to duckwalk him, Winn tittered, “How be we go with me on your bare back this time again, junior really likes the ride?”
Floydy giggled and bobbed from foot to foot as he pulled on his dink while I turned and had Winn mount me again. As we started out, Floydy scooted up to Winn, reached under his ass, “Shit! I thought sumpin’ was squeezing out your ass, but it’s your fuckin’ nuts! Jesus they sure are loaded!” I could feel his fingers moving around some more, then, “Fuck, I found me something that feels like it may be the horn on the wagon. Lemme try.”
I could feel his knuckles move down on my back as above me Winn piped up, “Honnkk… Honnkk…” and we really busted up on that one. I just hoped that Winn didn’t start to shit bricks.
I know Winn was having a ball, and shit, it was the most fun I ever had too, even with two good legs. And of course Horny Boy took advantage of my situation again and used my cock as a tiller to steered me into my room, and over to the bed, and when I turned at my bed, Dunk let go of me and fell back on it. He was laying on his back, his legs still on the floor with his hard cock sticking up and waving us to join him.
Floyd scampered over, grabbed the wobbler, and leaned down for a closer inspection, “Hmm…made the trip okay”, bent it down, “not broken”, then stroked it, “Yep! Ready for a good workout!” Boy his quips were sure matching Winnie’s who was really enjoying them too. So of course he fired back, “Careful buddy, you break it, you buy it.”
Floydy looked appalled as he let go of it, “Fuck, I couldn’t afford it if you charged by the inch… or pound!” Now, that was good for some laughs.
But then he turned to me for some more, “Bend over Brett, I wanna see if there’s any damage we can sue him for.”
Winn rose up so he was sitting on the edge to watch as I went along with Floydy, and spread my feet, then reached behind and spread my cheeks. He leaned down and ran his finger up and down the crack, “Hmm… no damage there.” then pressed it on my pink button, which I quickly tightened in reaction. He paused then I relaxed and let the tip in, and did a little wobble and a short slider, “Good that works fine,” He pulled out and reached under and squished my dangling balls, “Oh, oh, these are too full! They may burst soon if we don’t empty ’em,” and held them as he glanced over at Winn, “Watcha think bud? Gimme a hand?”
Winnie was giggling so much as he absently stroked himself, and he nodded rapidly, “Ahhh… sure… but I may have the same problem.” I think he was so happy to be able to say that for the first time and also anxious to have another new friend toss him off.
“Well I better check you out then,” Floydy said and he scampered over and saw Winn’s legs were close together, paused, then rather than embarrass Winn with questions, simply said, “I need to move these apart for a closer inspection. “ He did it, then knelt down, sitting his bare ass on his heels, and pulled the dick ahead, let it snap back and nodded. Then he looked serious and fondled the balls, giving them another nod.
"I’m not sure if your balls are as big as Brett's. I like to toss him off and see how high he shoots. So let's say I whack him off, then you, and we’ll see who shoots the furthest tonight, eh?” Any teenybopper loves the squirt challenge.
Boy, Winnie wasn’t too excited! Lol. I moved over, sat down and, spread my feet and he watched Floyd whack me off. His little hand was almost a blur as it flew away furiously while he tilted his head and bit his lip, staring at my knob. I could feel my load rising and my shaft started to pulse and Floyd y, my expert, said, "Here he goes, watch!", and he squeezed harder and pumped faster keeping my cock straight up and I shuddered and groaned as a load spiraled up over maybe 4 in. and splashed back on my pubes and he pumped three burples out which tumbled back onto and his fist. He licked the cumm off it as he sat back on his heels and remarked, “Decent! Good one!”
Winnie was engrossed as he slowly stroked himself and reacted to the spew with raised brows and a nod of impression.
Floydy moved over on his knees and sat back on his heels again. He rolled the balls a few times, gave them a nod, then wrapped his fist around the shaft. "Jeez, I still can hardly get my fingers around that fucking thing ", then wrapped the other fist around, “Double the fingers, double the fun! Let’s give this puppy a try!” and started to pump. After only about 3 -4 pumps, Winnie started to squirm and moan. Floydy looked surprised, "Whoa, he's set to squirt already, watch!" Floydy, the pro tosser….
After two more furious thrashes, Winnie leaned over, gag/gasp/ choking up as his cock sent a streamer up about 5 in. and followed it with at least five more short blips that fell back down on his pubes and Floyd's hand. Floyd sat back on his heels again, licking his hand and exclaimed, "Wow, I think he beat you Brett! That went really high, and it was a gusher! Super Cock!"
Floyd stood up, put his hands on his hips and looked down at Winn, "You want to jerk me off now Buddy? I can't shoot, but I sure can get off!"
Winnie hungrily looked at the shimmering stinger before his eyes, leaned forward and grasped it between his thumb and two fingers. It didn’t take many strokes before Horny Boy started to squirm, alternately lifting his knees as he bounced slightly from foot to foot, and tossing his head back-and-forth. He paused, then started flopping around like a wounded bird, rising up on his toes, then he froze, squealing a high choke/gasp/gag, “eeoouuhhhh… aaggg… uuggg… eeuuhh … OGGHHH…” as his body was wracked with the spasms of a dry orgasm. He dropped his head down and grasped Winn’s hand, catching his breath, "Wow! …That was a fuckin' great… one you gave me Winnie buddy, you're… the best fucking tosser!" Winnie was so proud and happy that he had jerked off another friend for the first time.
Floyd jumped up and went over and started to dress as he told us it was getting late and better be going. "That was a blast guys, I hope to see you again Winnie Buddy", he said as he dashed out the door.
We lay on the bed, exhausted and I asked Winnie, "Well what do you think?"
"That was crazy wild! He's a real character, lots of fun. I see now why you call him Horny Boy Floyd though. Cute little fucker" and I chuckled at the vocabulary he was picking up.
We were beat, literally this time, and didn’t bother to put anything on and crawled into bed tired and very contented, Winnie more so than me. I pulled the covers up and spooned him, my soft prick in the crack of his ass, my bare chest against his bare back, my arm over his as we fell into a deep sleep, very happy, with visions of sugary dongs spewing in our heads…
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End of Chapter Three
TBC: Winnie shows how his challenge has given him an advantage over others, and also proves that his nic Dunk is well deserved. HB helps expand their groping groupie where they discover an even more enhancing titillation.
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PREVIOUSLY:
...he looked a little concerned and said, "I usually have a bath, if you don't mind, I've never had a shower."
"Well Winnie, you've done a lot of the things for the first time tonight, and you're going to have your first shower too! Tomorrow we'll have a bath, but tonight it's a shower!"
"Really Brett?" he asked earnestly…
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…"You've got that right!" I replied, and rolled off the bed. I grabbed his spindles and swung them around so they were over the edge, dropped them to the floor, spread them and had him sit up. Of course when his cumm crusted cock slid off his hip and flopped down when I did it, it didn’t evade my notice. When I turned around and faced away from him, I squatted down between his shrivelled legs and had him lean forward onto my back and wrap his arms over my shoulders and hold them in front of my neck. I put my hands under his spindles and stood up with him on my back. He wasn't too heavy, being a little shorter than me and his spindly legs certainly weren't too heavy. But I’m not too sure about that third one of his that was now pressed against back.
It was likely he had never ridden piggyback, so when I started trotting like a horse, he broke out in his raucous laughter, jerking his body and yelling, “Giddy-up! Giddy-up! Bretty biotch!” as his big cock rubbed up and down on my back. Oh yasss…
And he was obviously getting the same disgusting feelings I was as he announced over me, “Oh Bretty, your bare back feels so good on my cock. Wish I had a boner now and could ride on it and cumm again. That would be so funner!”
Just like all kids with a new toy, wanting to try all the different ways they can play with it to literally get off on it.
When I stepped into the shower stall, I turned away from the wall and pressed him back against it. I dropped his legs and told him to let go of my shoulders as I leaned down and arrange his feet about a foot from the shower and pushed his knees back to ensure they were locked. His thick tube of cock that had slid into my butt split as I bent over, did not deter me, well, maybe distracted me a little, enjoying the moment. So I stayed bent over a little longer and asked him if he was okay. He giggled, “Gettin’ better!” Man I too could handle that cock nestling in there all day. "Oh yes, it's okay, you put them right." He let go of me and I turned and looked at him. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he stood leaning against the wall with his feet out slightly, legs locked and his big cock dangling. He put his fingers under it and flipped it up, and chortled, “Big Boy here sure enjoyed his ride! And the view was great!” Damn he was good.
And it certainly seemed like he was rapidly getting into the horndog state of a budding pubescent teenybopper, enjoying the feel of my cock whenever the opportunity afforded it.
Like even when I adjusted the water and took the removable wand off and sprayed it all over him. So I rewarded him by holding the wand right on his knob a bit, then circled it around and held it up under his balls. He closed his eyes and smiled.
After I shampooed his hair, I started to soap his body. And what a body! Fuck the leg thing. His torso and arms were so smooth, hard, the muscles so defined, and his stomach was really cut, a real six-pack from getting in and out of his wheelchair. And he kept slipping me a feel as we both enjoyed my hands sliding all over his naked body. Again, a first for both of us. I had purposely skipped his slippery schlong as I knelt down to start on his bony legs.
But it was proving to a bit difficult because now I had the diversion of being face to face, or face to cock to deal with. But I pursued and found that the muscles under the skin were quite underdeveloped, and he gigged when I did between his toes. Of course I made a point of tilting my head up a lot to glance up at his face, because I enjoyed seeing his shiny balls and big glistening knob with the water running off it in the foreground.
Finally. We grinned at each other, knowingly. I moved his slab of boy meat aside with the back of one hand as I did his soft bag, rolling the semen stones inside as he snickered. Then I took hold of the shaft, the object of my desire. Oh yes! So thick and sponging now. The water draining off his light red knob, like off a big cherry... OMG! I suddenly had the urge to taste it! I’d heard some other boys talking about sucking cocks. But I wasn’t really interested then, you know, kinda dirty and stuff. But then, that was also before I had entered my ball tingling, boner stroking stage with all its great body rush feelings. These driving urges …
All I wanted to do was open my mouth, put it over that muscle mass, then go down as far as I could on it and use my two forefingers to stuff all the rest all the way in, in till my lower lip hit his balls and my upper one were against his smooth pubes.
Shit! What a thought. But… I wasn’t sure about Winn. I mean for our first time, we had just felt each other up and jerked each other off. But then I’d been pumpin’ my pony now for a good 6 months, so that the jerkin’ off part wasn’t new at all to me. That’s about, lemme see… 6 X 31, X 2, no make that 3, so that’s approximately 558 times I’ve spurted by my own hand. It’d be likely more if you consider my weekend marathons of a dozen or so. Remember yours?
Anyhow, I didn’t want to turn him off. And besides, dragging out the discoveries makes for more equally exciting experiences each time you experience a new one. Like whacking off, his first. And my second first… but no, wait a minute, actually a double first for me, first fisting by a bud, and first whackamoly on another bud’s. Jeez, then, he really has had triple firsts. Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Let’s just say,’ great spurtworks’!
Meanwhile, back to my sudden desire to do a lip lunge. I swallowed the mouthful of saliva I had worked up and concentrated on the job at, I mean, in, hand. And talking of hand, I decided to do a quick measurement, and put one hand under the soft shaft, pushed the fingertips to the top of his bag and looked at the cock now lying on my palm. And no shit, the big knob was now at the bottom of my palm by my wrist!
He was smiling down at me when I looked up, so I grinned back and stroked the top of his cock lying in my palm with my other hand, “Nice puppy. Good boy.”
He laughed, "Oh Bretty, that feels so good, but I won't be able to control it much more if you keep that up!" and put his hands on my shoulders.
"Well don't get hard, I don't have enough soap for that friggin’ thing!" I retorted and he laughed some more as he slapped his spindly knees.
I rinsed him off with the shower wand and told him to drop his head because I wanted to shampoo his hair and holstered the wand. Of course I was again distracted because he was looking down and couldn’t resist my flopper as I soaped him up. As I worked my fingers through his long flaxen hair, he rolled my balls and decapped me off and on.
Winnie giggled as he lightly slapped it back and forth, “Shit, the damn thing’s asleep and won’t wake up! And I wanna play with him again. Well I guess I can wait till later.”
I grinned as I rinsed his hair, then jealously stroked a couple strands, “K, Dunk of the big Dick Clan, gotta turn you to the wall and do your ass. And, come to think of it, while I’m at it, might as well do your back. Hold onto my shoulder, I’m gonna pull you off the wall a bit and spin you on your right foot so you are facing it, K?”
It may seem like I’m giving him a lot of instructions, but when you’ve never been upright in your whole life, then standing and moving, the things we don’t have to even think about as they are automatic, are all new to him. So I also want to take my time and not take any chances. We don’t know what it’s like, because we all were babies when we were last vertically challenged.
He was a little unsteady at first, but was learning fast as I spun him, and he leaned slightly out from the wall with his hands flat on it. What a back. What an ass! I chuckled now and gave it a couple soft slaps, “Shit, that damn thing’s asleep too and won’t wake up! I wanna play with it.”
He giggled and when he pinched his cheeks tight several times, they dimpled in so they were like two thick vertical muscles and he held them tight. I grasped them with both hands with my thumbs in the crack and squeezed. “Sweet ass! Shit, you even got muscles in your ass handles as hard as your arms! It feels like I could even steer you with them.”
When he broke up over that, I realized we were doing an awful lot of giggling, chuckling and laughing, but then thought, that’s what all kids do! Right? And all the time because we’re happy now, especially when we’re on a discovery trip! Lotsa new things and stuff to try. Too bad grownups don’t loosen up and have some fun for a change too.
Meanwhile, back at Winn’s tight ass cheeks, I let go of them and started soaping his back. So solid, “Hey Dunk, tighten up your back muscles,” and when he did, man they were like steel, “flex them now,” jeez, they rippled, “You got one awesome bod. Next thing you’ll be telling me is you got muscles in your shit!” I could feel the flexing in my hands as he broke up again.
I continued soaping down to his ass and when I ran my finger down his crack, his cheeks tightened up again. I knew how I liked to diddle in my butthole, so I ran my fingertip around his.
“Oh… nice... Can you… I mean, I like to clean a bit inside and …well it feels kinda good too… so can you do it…?”
“Oh ya, cool! I do mine all the time and like it.” and the wrinkle was tight when I pressed a tip against it. He relaxed it and the tip slipped in and he tightened on it. We very quiet and I knew how that felt and then he relaxed a bit, so I kinda ran the tip around the inside, then pushed back and forth in it.
“Oh Bretty, that’s just how I do it! Feels so good too. I’ll do you when I wash your back, K?” ‘Butt is a #4 first on our list now?
I did the back of his legs, then rinsed him off, anxious to have him do me, another first for both of us too. I slapped his ass again, “There, all done. Clean as a whistle, inside and out. Now, let’s turn around.” The move went smoother and I grinned as I looked him over, and nodded, “Great! K, let’s go out into my bedroom.”
His grin of expectation turned to one of dismay, “Bu… but I thought I… was gonna do you too?”
I scowled at him as I stifled any laughter, “Have you ever washed another naked boy off? Head shake, “Do you know how to do it then?” Two rapid head nods, “Inside and out?” About six rapid ones. ”K, I trust you. In fact I’m dying to have you do it!” and his dismay turned to surprise then he grinned as he gently slapped my pony, “Boitch!” and joined me in laughter.
He giggled as I handed him the wand and leaned forward for him to shampoo my hair. It was my turn to toy with his length of floppy cock now. And I think I detected a bit of filling in my mouth as I started to salivate again. As I rolled his balls I thought about load they carried from the size of his virgin spurt. When I ran my thumb on his soaking knob, he flinched.
He finished, so I turned around and he started working his way down from my shoulders to my ass. And he chuckled a bit behind me, then even more when I spread my feet and reached behind to spread my cheeks! He didn’t even hesitate as he ran his soapy finger down the crack and around on my puckered rim. I nodded my head slowly and relaxed the wrinkle when he pressed the finger on it and it slipped in. OMG did it feel good, a lot better than when I did it to myself. He stopped, so I nodded for some more, and it felt so good as he did it half dozen more rides. I half turned my head so he stopped, then I turned for him to start on my front. Although I had no one to compare him with, his fingers felt so good as he tenderly soaped my naked arms, chest, stomach…
It was difficult for him to bend over and do the best part and he confirmed it by saying, "I can't... can't do any further down…on your legs." in a disappointing voice.
"No problem, you can sit down to do my ‘legs’," and pointed to the plastic seat that formed out from the wall beside the wand shower.
He grinned as I helped him swing over and lower onto it. I handed him the wand, bent down, spread his feet, and his eyes widened when I moved up to him till my shins touched the bench! He smiled as he leaned in to about a half a foot away from my dangling joint, well, slowly filling joint.
Rather than say he was ‘washing’ it, it was better to say he was ‘playing’ with it. Not that I minded. In fact that was the idea now. He was having a great time, defrocking, rubbing, rolling and basically playing with my set of newly minted, reproduction, tools. And of course it caused the blood to flow into the handle part.
He paused with his fist around it and looked up at me, ‘Oops, I think he’s waking up?” I looked down and saw his knob was no longer touching the seat now either. He saw me looking down so he added, “Oh, oh. I’m getting a stiffy bone! And you’re getting one too?”
When I nodded, he got all excited, “Great! Can I whack you off now?”
It caught me off-guard for a moment. Then I remembered my first spurt, how great it was and wanted to do it again in like, 10 minutes. Didn’t you? I mean who wouldn’t, eh? The whole body rush/tingling thing again?
I shook my head and grinned, “Well Winn buddy, I know how you feel, because I’ve been through it. But you have to recharge, like your balls are empty and it takes time to fill them up.”
He suddenly looked deflated, “Ho… how long do you have to wait?”
“Well now, I do it every morning, a full load, and if I wait for bedtime again, another full one. But I usually can’t wait, so I’ll slip in the washroom and have a good, maybe half a one, then after school, a small one again, but the bed spurts are smaller too. Now on the weekends, I’ve done it every couple hours, and they are not big loads but I sure get a good shimmy cumm. A few times I’ve done it within an hour, no juice but a good toe standing dry rush. I overheard one of the boys saying he had done it 12 times in one day!” Whew!
Just thinking back on that, being naked, and looking down at Winn’s rising interest, made me instantly pop wood in his hand. He noticed that and giggled as he started to slowly stroke it and his interest joined up, up and singing.
Why not? I realized. Every boy has jerked off in the shower, right? Another first for him and besides, his doing me in one would be a plus too! So I put the wand up and left it spraying down on him, then squeezed in beside him, grabbed his hard cock and we started to happily toss each other.
I was surprised how quickly my tingling turned to a body full rush. Shit, I tightened my ass, tossed my head back, straightened my feet out, lifting them off the floor and had a great dry cumm. My first dry one in a long time.
Winn had paused on my cock when I started my dry cummy jig and watched, jaw dropped. I smiled lazily at him so he let go of my shaft and I then started to really pound his pudding. And under the streaming hot water, it didn’t take long before he too he tossed his head back and started bouncing on the seat. I could feel his gagging cock throbbing in my hand, trying to squirt, as he tossed his head forward, almost doubling over, and shuddered, gasping really loud.
To watch him, you’d think he was in pain rather than ecstasy. He slumped back against the wall, breathing hard, as he now looked at me dreamily, water running off his dying dick.
When I stood to turn off the shower, he slapped my dead dick, “I think he’s starting to like me. He likes me taking him for a walk, but even more when I take him on run, especially in the rain!”
I sat back down beside him and he didn’t even flinch when I rested my hand on one of his spindles and asked, “So Winn. Whatcha think about that whack off?”
“Well it was good. But I think I’ll just use it in an emergency, the cumm stuff makes it a lot better.”
I stood and looked down at him as I gave him my hand, “Since we’re really clean and empty, might as well dry each other off and head back to my room.”
He ginned as I pulled him up, tilted him to the wall and enjoyed the good towel rubbing we gave each other. We finished so I turned and backed up to him and he put his arms around my neck. "Time to get on your horse ", I said and I galloped out with him on my back, his legs dangling this time. I liked that empty cock against my back this time.
When I reached the bed, I turned, backed up and he let go and fell back on the bed. I grabbed his legs and put them up on the bed again and said, " I'm going to get some Cokes, don't do anything till I get back ". He giggled and grabbed his cock and replied, "Don't worry, I won't, unless of course you aren't too long! ", then he laughed and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and did a helicopter. And he could sure do a good one too! I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple Cokes, two large bags of chips, a box of chocolate cookies and a box of brownies. Then I struggled to my room with the armful of ‘snacks’.
He had put a cushion up against the headboard and had pulled himself up against it and locked his hands behind his head, "I love the way your dick swings when you walk. Guess it’s on a break" His was flopped over on his hip, and I felt so good to see him so comfortable and unabashed now, no longer self-conscious about his bare legs. Of course the third leg was a little distracting.
As I was looking down I swiveled my hips, making my cock slap away and retorted, "You like it better when it's up rather than this way, don't you horndog!"
"Well yes, but I like it any way it is." he fired back, and watched me set the meagre snack load down, well as you likely remember, meagre for teens that is.
He watched me as I leaned down and spread his bare spindles a bit, tickled his balls, opened a bag of chips, put a it down between those sticks, and shoved the bag against his, making him flinch. When I glowered at him, “Don’t want you to spill it.” He giggled and rolled his eyes.
I opened the cans of pop, the cookies and brownies and set them down beside him and put another cushion on the headboard then flopped down with the goodies between us.
We settled down to chill out and watch TV, fight each other on my Playstation, jam junk in our mouths and chat it up. He was just starting on a chip when I leaned over and gently lifted his soft cock by the knob that was pointed at me and dropped it over the other way. He looked quizzically at me, so I explained, “I don’t like that goddamn eye staring at me. It doesn’t even blink.”
He chuckled as he reached over, held mine up and peeled the hoody down, and dropped it so it faced him, and retorted, “Well I don’t mind. I think he’s kinda cute, and I love what he does when he does open his eye!”
So on it went, you know, joshing, munching, guzzling, watching and a lotta dick playing with each other. He still liked to grab my shaft and moved the skin up and down, watching my knob disappear and I would take his cock and bend his knob around and touch his smooth pubes it was so long.
He also had one of those that was almost the same size soft as hard, it just got stiff, so it was almost 6 in. long and thick when it was soft. I think it’s called a show-er, not a grow-er like mine.
So we quickly devoured our stash and after about an hour and a half had flown by, I looked at Winn, "I'm hungry, let's get a sub." I said and got up.
"Yeah, me too. I was born hungry. Gotta feed the big fella and build up some more cumm. Think we can whack off when we’re through?” I shook my head a bit, in disbelief, then realized I was there once too. And well actually, to tell the truth, am now too.
“We’ll see. Don’t want to get too raw.” Remember when you did too?
He frowned when I tossed him a pair of soccer shorts. He looked at them then up at me, "B…but what about underwear… and my legs?"
"Forget the underwear, be a swinger, and what's the problem with your legs anyway? Fuck ‘m, who cares anyway!”
He looked serious for a moment, paused, realizing this was all so new, then smiled, “You’re right, who gives a fuck! Not me now! Help me swing these sticks over the side, and we’ll go get us a fucking pizza!”
Boy, he was suddenly one angry and serious dude. I grabbed his ‘sticks’ and swung them over the edge of the bed and he sat up on it. As I went to bend down to help him put the shorts on, he shook his head and put his hand out, “I can put them on myself. I learned how pretty quick when my boner got in my mom’s way.” and I muzzled a chuckle as I imagined it, and handed them to him.
He was had obviously done it a lot, but it kinda me feel bad as I watched because we do it so fast without even thinking about it. He bent down and struggled to slip the shorts over his feet, then wiggled them up his legs to his knees and over the bit of thigh to the bed’s edge. He is one determined dude. Then he put his hands under his thighs and pulled up on them up as he rolled onto his back, and stopping, his legs overhead, then pulled the shorts down over his hips. He rolled back so he was sitting on the edge again. The shorts were a little askew and his cock was sideway but he could see that I was a little impressed and well actually amazed at what he had just done all by himself. He shot me a proud ‘See! Look! then glanced down, "They're awfully tight"
“Well that’s a problem that I don’t have, too bad you guys with big cocks have to live with it. So stuff that fucking sausage thing down the pant leg and quit your fucking whining!"
“I… I’ve always worn those baggy long pants, so can you… like show me how?” I frowned, “I guess I could. But I’ll have to touch your cock.” He shrugged, “Well okay but don’t break it” I smiled, “Okay, I’ll try not to. But if I do, I’ll give you mine. Now lift your bare ass off the seat. ”
He rose up on his hands and the shorts were a little tight and it took a bit of figuring how to stuff his cock and balls down the left pantleg and wiggled them up over his ass and to his hips. Whew. He was quite impressed with the package as I patted it. I shook my head, “You’re lucky. If the pant leg was an inch shorter, you’re pets eye would be peeking out!” and I patted his sticks, “And no one will even notice it you have other legs noi matter what shape.” This was going to be a real confidence builder and I’m glad he didn’t let me help him. Another challenge he has overcome.
"Does it show too much?” he asked as he ran his hand down it and looked at me questionly.
"That's the idea! You got it, you flaunt it! Make’m jealous Dunk! ", then I paused, “And think of it as you having your own personal ‘basket’.” I replied and ran my hand down mine, “Shit they won’t even give me a glance.”, and tossed him a tank top. He thought for a moment, then grinned and rubbed his new bulge a couple of times and put on the tank top. As I figured, it showed off his muscular shoulders and big arms really well.
He followed me down the hall in the wheelchair and I bumped him down the steps and headed to the store. He was having so much fun as he wheeled away and he couldn't stop talking.
We got to the sub shop and I held the door as he rolled in. We had them build a couple of huge subs and went back outside. "That was so fun, I usually have to wait outside while my mom goes and gets them." He laid the sub across his lap as we headed back and we bumped into Reggie and Hank from our class.
"Hi Brett! Hey Winnie, I haven't seen you down here before," Reggie said and took a quick glance at Winnie legs unconcerned and continued, "what brings you down here?"
I knew Winnie was nervous, the first time with his legs bare, and he relaxed when the boys ignored them. "I'm having a sleepover at Brett's!" he replied proudly, "And we just came down to get a sub!"
Of course Horsey Hung Hank naturally looked down at Winnie's crotch, and realizing he was looking at some competition, asked, "How come you get two?”
Winnie looked puzzled then looked down and saw the big tube down his pant leg beside the sub, then touched it blushing, then laughed knowingly along with the rest of us.
"That's for late night!" I added and rubbed my own. We continued to laugh as we headed back home.
"You were right Brett, they didn't seem to pay any attention to my legs but they sure did to my dick!"
We wheeled along and just before we got to my house, my 11 ½ year old neighbor came bouncing off his porch and met us. He was short and skinny with shaggy brown hair and he was starting to pull on his crotch like he usually does. He piped up in his high voice, "Hey Brett, how's it hangin'?" then looked at Winnie and down at his legs and crotch.
"Hey, HB! Horny Boy! We just went out to get some subs to munch on,” then I looked down and waived my hand at Winn, and teasingly continued, “and this, this is my new friend Winnie and were going home to fool around!"
Floydy, true to form, got quite animated and replied, "Really? You said you was gonna go home and fuck around? Can I come along? I don't have to be home for another hour!"
Winnie was really taken aback, a bit shocked, and blushing as he looked aghast at me, so I chuckled, “Oh sorry bud, his full name is ‘Horny Boy Floydy’. He’s normally, Floyd or Floydy, but as you can see by the way he’s teasing his monkey, his nic Horny Boy is quite appropriate!”
I knew he would be fun for Winnie, another new experience, so I said to Floydy, "I guess so, if Winnie doesn't mind", then looked back at Winnie. His shock melted down to lust, his eyes twinkling now as he tried to be nonchalant by shrugged his shoulders, and nodding.
"Can I ride on the wheelchair with you Winnie? Please, pretty please?" I don't think Winnie had ever been asked this before so he agreed and lifted the sub off his lap.
He looked down at Winnie's lap and raised his eyebrows, "That fucker won't hurt me if I sit on, will it?" he asked giggling. Winnie was a little confused and maybe overwhelmed, but knowing him, he quickly joined in on the banter, "Only if you give me trouble or a ‘hard’ time!"
Floydy climbed onto Winnie's lap and said, "Just a minute, I have to make an adjustment," and reached behind him and squeezed Winnie's cock several times, "are you ok now Winnie?“
"Getting that way!" Winnie retorted and chortled.
Floyd grabbed the arms and lay back against Winn with their heads together and I gave them a wild ride, swerving and spinning till we reached my house. Floyd got off still laughing as I bumped the chair up the stairs and he scooted up ahead of us to my room.
Floyd was very familiar with the place and was already down to his underwear with a CD playing when we went in. Winnie looked stunned when he saw Floyd, then back at me, eyes wide, his eyebrows raised. I muzzled a snicker as I shrugged my shoulders and turned my head to the side.
Floyd came back over to Winnie, and nonchalantly asked, "What happened to your legs?" as he ran his hand over them. Winnie was surprised by the move, and a little uncomfortable too, “I ha…had a disease when I was little and the muscles never developed”
"That sucks. But hey, no probs Winnie!", Floyd said as he shook his head," I have a cousin who lost a goddamn arm but he's a great guy, just like you, which is a lot more important!” That brightened Winn up, and, when he continued, “Hey, are you guys going to fuck around or what?” even more. “How ‘bout we hop into the hot tub?" he asked as pulled on his crotch, "I'm getting a boner, look!" He pulled his underwear off and stuck his boner out, pulling the skin back-and-forth then pressed it down with his thumb and let it spring up.
Winnie looked like he was gonna shit a brick as his hand dropped onto the sub, "Well Winnie, whatcha think? Gonna or not? Oh yeah, here let me get the sub off of yours!" and giggled as he lifted it off, then squeezed Winnie’s bulge, “Oh boy that other one’s still warm!” and Winn stared at the tight little bare ass grind away as he picked my sub up and put them on the bed too.
He turned back, cocked his hips, put his hands on them and tilted his head, as looked at Winn, “Well. C’mon, c’mon. Let’s heat that other sub of yours up some more in the hot tub. Looks like it’s a foot longer too!
I really had to laugh at the confused, then excited, then horny look on Winn’s face as he watched the whirlwind called Floydy racing around boner waving. I knew exactly what his mind was thinking, so I threw him a “Well?’ look. And he returned with a ‘K!’ nod, so I passed the ‘K!’ nod onto Floydy.
"Hooray! I'll take the cover off!” Floyd replied and ran into the hot tub room, his 4¼ in. needle boner waving away, his naked butt cheeks pinching. BTW, a ¼“ is important when you’re an 11 ½ year old. Right?
"Well whatcha think of Floyd?"
"Wow, he’s some spitball, I must say, sure isn't shy and does have rather colourful language!" then became a little timid, “And my second boner on the same day!”
"Oh ya, but you haven't even heard or seen all of it yet. And you're in for some real fun, I know you'll enjoy him and you see now why he’s called ‘Horny Boy Floyd’!"
Floydy came racing back into the room stretching his foreskin out, squeezing his little balls. “C’mon guys, how come you're not fuckin' ready yet? I guess I'll just have to get you ready myself."
He kept pulling on his long hoody and walked over to Winnie and said, "It's not very big, not as big as Brett's, but it's really hard. My balls aren't big enough to hold any shots yet, but I should be able to soon. See." And he tried to bend it down with his thumb. "Try it!" That sparked Winnie up and he didn’t hesitate, but reached out and tried to pull it down but it wouldn't bend. And I knew how hard that needle stuck up too! I could see excited Winn was getting as he pushed the back of his hand on his bulge.
Floyd came over to me, "I guess I'd better help you out first”, which he always enjoyed doing and pulled off my shirt, undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. He looked at my semi before his eyes, "Yes, no underwear! Decent!"
He fisted it, popped my knob out, then looked at Winnie, "Nice cock eh? I'm Brett’s little buddy, but this is my favorite little buddy! See how he wakes up when he sees me. He wants me to play with him.", then popped my hoody off and on, “See! He likes hide and seek too!”
I was rock hard now, “See how big it gets when you give it a little exercise!", then giggled and bent it down and let it snap up, “Eww… and ready for a workout!”
"K Winnie you’re the next victim ", he said and smiled at Winnie in his chair as he scampered over to him. Winn lifted his arms so Floyd stripped off his shirt, and stared, "Wow! Nice muscles!” Winn proudly tightened his fists and flexed his muscles for him and Floydy’s eyes widened and he traced his finger over Winnie's chest, down his 6pack and onto the packed shorts. When he paused his finger on the straining mound, he tilted his head and looked confused. Then when he tapped it a couple times with his knuckle, and squeezed it, he lurched back, “What the fuck you got living in there? Is it dangerous?”
Winnie, the pro banterer, chortled at Floydy’s quips, "K now, lift your goddamn butt off the seat! If I think I’s dangerous, I may have to choke the shit out of the fucking thing ,” then giggled, “or whatever’s in that fucking lump!”
Winnie was having a ball, the leg thing forgotten completely. He had no problem pushing down on the arms, lifting has ass off the chair seat and holding himself up. Floydy squatted in front of him and started working the shorts off his hips. Winn smiled down at the messy head of hair bobbing in his lap. Floydy had the waistband off Winn’s hips and was down enough that his ass and pubes were uncovered as well as the thick base of the cock. The bulge was arched up now straining against the waistband it was caught on.
Floydy tilted his head, thinking for a minute, then put two fingers on each side of the stretched bulge and started pulling it off, and as the shaft was slowly exposed, his eyes bugged. He stopped to check the thickness between his thumb and forefinger and shook his head in disbelief, then went back at it, sliding it down the arched cock till it caught on the wide flare, the jagged scar now showing.
"Wow, now that's a fuckin` monster!" and grasped it like a handle and pretended like he was trying to lift it.
‘Okay Brett, stand back I’m gonna let it loose!” He grabbed the waistband again with his fingers and yanked it towards him, pulling the shorts off the hard cock. When it sprang up and smacked back on the stomach, Floydy put his arms up in front of himself, defensively, and fell onto the floor, rolling on his back, his bare ass up in the air, his needle pointing down at him.
When he yelped out, “Help me, it’s alive and gonna attack me!” Winn dropped his bare ass down on the chair seat so he could pounded the arms and started to laugh so hard, I thought he was gonna piss his pants! Well no, his pants were down at his ankles, so piss himself then.
And when Floydy rolled forward onto his hands and knees, and pretended to sneak up on it, Winn pounded and laughed even harder. Of course I was also looking at the pink rose in Floydy’s ass crack with little bag of jewels uptight under it as he snuck up. When he reached the side of the wheelchair, he quickly lunged over the wheel and grabbed the bobbing cock.
“Gotcha!” he exclaimed. He paused, studying it, then wrapped his other fist around it, “Yowser! It’s a fuckin’ double fister! First time I’ve ever caught one. I wonder how much will spit out when I choke it to death?”
This was quite a sight to see. Muscle bound Winn sitting naked in the wheelchair, his shorts down at his ankles with skinny naked Horny Boy Floyd sitting on his heels beside a wheel. His arm was resting across Winn’s spindly legs his hand slowly stroking Winn’s big cock as he smiled up at him, chatting away like long-time friends. I was so happy for him.
"… and your skin is cut off like my cousin's. He likes to play with mine and it feels good too. Maybe you’d like to do it in the tub?” and Winn blushed a bit as he nodded. “Fuckin’A! Let's go then, I’ll push you this time. Don’t want to sit on that thing, it might go up my ass and out my mouth!” and rose up. He never stops.
I broke in with, "Hell no, he'll walk in!” and Floydy looked puzzled. “Here I'll show you how", and went over and held my hands out and Winnie pulled himself upright. I kept my hand on his shoulder to keep his balance then moved behind him and worked my feet under his and started to duck-walk to the tub. My hardon was riding in his crack again which I enjoyed and Floyd giggled, "Don't poke another hole in his ass with that fucking thing of yours Brett!"
We all had a chuckle and Floyd moved around in front of us, walking backwards, pulling on his dink and lightly slapping Winn’s, "We should put an oversize warning flag on that dangerous schlong of yours that's waving around Winnie!"
When we got to the tub, I lowered down and sat Winnie on the edge, then rose up and swung his feet around and dropped them into the water, then went behind and slid him down onto the underwater seat. Floyd slid in beside him and pointed for me to sit on his other side and he put his arms over our shoulders with that big grin of his on his face. "This is just great! Really fuckin’ great!”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the bubbling water, three naked and rousingly horny buds, keeping our raging boners warmed up.
Of course it was Floydy who broke the trance, or should I say, kicked things off. "Let me see if you're comfortable" he said and slipped his hands underwater and grabbed our boners and slowly started to stroke. Winnie looked quite content.
Floydy shot him a coy smile, "Better check me out Winnie,", and the water swirled a bit as Winnie slid his hand over and slowly jacked on Floyd's hard little dick, who dropped his head forward, and closed his eyes and sighed, "hmm… yasss… that feels sooo… good… Winnie buddy."
I could see that Winnie felt so good and warm now that he had two good buddies, more than likely the first he’s ever had. And he also was now having the naked fun that all boys have and enjoy together as they move into and through puberty. All kid’s love the joy of discovery, especially when those new feelings they discover are awaking in their developing bodies. And even more so when shared at the hands and naked bodies of frends.
We sat for a while as Floyd chatted away and then started played around, splashing us and pulling Winnie around. They were both having a ball. When I suggested we get out, Floydy jumped up the underwater seat and slapped his dangler back and forth, “Great idea! My little pet is so bored, he’s gone to sleep…” His hoody was longer now that it was slack and he peeled it back and pointed the blind eye in the pink tip back and forth at us, “Oh goodie, he sees you naked guys sitting there and wants to play with your pets!” and course he was instantly boned as usual. He pressed it down and let it spring up, “See how happy he is! He figures it’s about time to have some whacky whackin’ fun with the others now!"
I must admit I was semi now as I rose up, and Floydy gave it a friendly slap, “See, my favorite also wants to. It’s been about three days since I gave him a ride.”
Winnie was giggling as I pulled him up onto the rim. He was wearing a dripping semi so naturally, Floydy dropped back down in front of him and slapped it lightly, “See, he’s interested too, but still half asleep.” and then giggled as it rose to full attention on its own. He wrapped both his fists around it again and nodded, “Still a perfect fit. Man I wanna do a burst!” and let go. Needless to say, Winn was really loving all this attention, and not only for the first time with friends but also naked and out of his chair.
When I went to duckwalk him, Winn tittered, “How be we go with me on your bare back this time again, junior really likes the ride?”
Floydy giggled and bobbed from foot to foot as he pulled on his dink while I turned and had Winn mount me again. As we started out, Floydy scooted up to Winn, reached under his ass, “Shit! I thought sumpin’ was squeezing out your ass, but it’s your fuckin’ nuts! Jesus they sure are loaded!” I could feel his fingers moving around some more, then, “Fuck, I found me something that feels like it may be the horn on the wagon. Lemme try.”
I could feel his knuckles move down on my back as above me Winn piped up, “Honnkk… Honnkk…” and we really busted up on that one. I just hoped that Winn didn’t start to shit bricks.
I know Winn was having a ball, and shit, it was the most fun I ever had too, even with two good legs. And of course Horny Boy took advantage of my situation again and used my cock as a tiller to steered me into my room, and over to the bed, and when I turned at my bed, Dunk let go of me and fell back on it. He was laying on his back, his legs still on the floor with his hard cock sticking up and waving us to join him.
Floyd scampered over, grabbed the wobbler, and leaned down for a closer inspection, “Hmm…made the trip okay”, bent it down, “not broken”, then stroked it, “Yep! Ready for a good workout!” Boy his quips were sure matching Winnie’s who was really enjoying them too. So of course he fired back, “Careful buddy, you break it, you buy it.”
Floydy looked appalled as he let go of it, “Fuck, I couldn’t afford it if you charged by the inch… or pound!” Now, that was good for some laughs.
But then he turned to me for some more, “Bend over Brett, I wanna see if there’s any damage we can sue him for.”
Winn rose up so he was sitting on the edge to watch as I went along with Floydy, and spread my feet, then reached behind and spread my cheeks. He leaned down and ran his finger up and down the crack, “Hmm… no damage there.” then pressed it on my pink button, which I quickly tightened in reaction. He paused then I relaxed and let the tip in, and did a little wobble and a short slider, “Good that works fine,” He pulled out and reached under and squished my dangling balls, “Oh, oh, these are too full! They may burst soon if we don’t empty ’em,” and held them as he glanced over at Winn, “Watcha think bud? Gimme a hand?”
Winnie was giggling so much as he absently stroked himself, and he nodded rapidly, “Ahhh… sure… but I may have the same problem.” I think he was so happy to be able to say that for the first time and also anxious to have another new friend toss him off.
“Well I better check you out then,” Floydy said and he scampered over and saw Winn’s legs were close together, paused, then rather than embarrass Winn with questions, simply said, “I need to move these apart for a closer inspection. “ He did it, then knelt down, sitting his bare ass on his heels, and pulled the dick ahead, let it snap back and nodded. Then he looked serious and fondled the balls, giving them another nod.
"I’m not sure if your balls are as big as Brett's. I like to toss him off and see how high he shoots. So let's say I whack him off, then you, and we’ll see who shoots the furthest tonight, eh?” Any teenybopper loves the squirt challenge.
Boy, Winnie wasn’t too excited! Lol. I moved over, sat down and, spread my feet and he watched Floyd whack me off. His little hand was almost a blur as it flew away furiously while he tilted his head and bit his lip, staring at my knob. I could feel my load rising and my shaft started to pulse and Floyd y, my expert, said, "Here he goes, watch!", and he squeezed harder and pumped faster keeping my cock straight up and I shuddered and groaned as a load spiraled up over maybe 4 in. and splashed back on my pubes and he pumped three burples out which tumbled back onto and his fist. He licked the cumm off it as he sat back on his heels and remarked, “Decent! Good one!”
Winnie was engrossed as he slowly stroked himself and reacted to the spew with raised brows and a nod of impression.
Floydy moved over on his knees and sat back on his heels again. He rolled the balls a few times, gave them a nod, then wrapped his fist around the shaft. "Jeez, I still can hardly get my fingers around that fucking thing ", then wrapped the other fist around, “Double the fingers, double the fun! Let’s give this puppy a try!” and started to pump. After only about 3 -4 pumps, Winnie started to squirm and moan. Floydy looked surprised, "Whoa, he's set to squirt already, watch!" Floydy, the pro tosser….
After two more furious thrashes, Winnie leaned over, gag/gasp/ choking up as his cock sent a streamer up about 5 in. and followed it with at least five more short blips that fell back down on his pubes and Floyd's hand. Floyd sat back on his heels again, licking his hand and exclaimed, "Wow, I think he beat you Brett! That went really high, and it was a gusher! Super Cock!"
Floyd stood up, put his hands on his hips and looked down at Winn, "You want to jerk me off now Buddy? I can't shoot, but I sure can get off!"
Winnie hungrily looked at the shimmering stinger before his eyes, leaned forward and grasped it between his thumb and two fingers. It didn’t take many strokes before Horny Boy started to squirm, alternately lifting his knees as he bounced slightly from foot to foot, and tossing his head back-and-forth. He paused, then started flopping around like a wounded bird, rising up on his toes, then he froze, squealing a high choke/gasp/gag, “eeoouuhhhh… aaggg… uuggg… eeuuhh … OGGHHH…” as his body was wracked with the spasms of a dry orgasm. He dropped his head down and grasped Winn’s hand, catching his breath, "Wow! …That was a fuckin' great… one you gave me Winnie buddy, you're… the best fucking tosser!" Winnie was so proud and happy that he had jerked off another friend for the first time.
Floyd jumped up and went over and started to dress as he told us it was getting late and better be going. "That was a blast guys, I hope to see you again Winnie Buddy", he said as he dashed out the door.
We lay on the bed, exhausted and I asked Winnie, "Well what do you think?"
"That was crazy wild! He's a real character, lots of fun. I see now why you call him Horny Boy Floyd though. Cute little fucker" and I chuckled at the vocabulary he was picking up.
We were beat, literally this time, and didn’t bother to put anything on and crawled into bed tired and very contented, Winnie more so than me. I pulled the covers up and spooned him, my soft prick in the crack of his ass, my bare chest against his bare back, my arm over his as we fell into a deep sleep, very happy, with visions of sugary dongs spewing in our heads…
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End of Chapter Three
TBC: Winnie shows how his challenge has given him an advantage over others, and also proves that his nic Dunk is well deserved. HB helps expand their groping groupie where they discover an even more enhancing titillation.
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