Challenged
Chapter 04
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:
…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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…in the far distance I heard our front door slamming… bang!… wha… oh… yeah just mom. I was dazed, and lazily opened my eyes… a mop of blond hair? …and a naked body against me… Wha… Oh shit, Winnie! Mom was returning! Right! Quickly I rolled off his back and faced the other way, letting my arm down dangle down the side of the bed and closed my eyes, feigning sleep. Thankfully I had pulled the sheets up on us before we had fallen asleep. I often liked to sleep naked, but try to be more careful after she came in when I was at full bone. So she no longer comes in all the way now.
I could feel the bed jiggle from Winn wakening when she poked her head in through the open door, “Yoo hoo! Good morning s sleepyheads! You’re not up yet?”
The bed jiggled even more at that as Winn muzzled a gag. I slowly rolled onto my back and raised my head, lifted my arm up, rubbed my eyes, and groggily looked at her over the sheet. Shit! I noticed a tent being pitched from my usual morning bone so I quickly sat up, and held the sheet up by my stomach. Winn had rolled on his back and when he lifted his head to look at mom, and saw his similar problem, he did the same.
I nodded, smiling, “Well we sure are now mom!” and he choked a bit again, so I thought I would have some fun. Since the sheet was held up off our laps, I slid my hand over onto his leg making his flinch.
“Did you sleep well? I hope you weren’t up all night”
I had a flash of me spooning Winn, “Sure, did, slept like two bugs snuggled in a rug! No, we weren’t up all night but a lot of it, and I showed Winn a new game and did he ever get off on it! Well, we both did, and he never got tired of it either!” Poor Winn was struggling to contain himself as his wood was now in my hand.
“Did you go out for a sub?”
"Yepper! Winn was so excited because it was his first time in the place. On our way back we bumped into Floyd who was so excited that he jumped on Winn for a ride and squished Winn’s big sub! But when we got back we took it out and it wasn’t hurt, just juicy and when Floyd squeezed it, some of the stuff squirted out. Then we got in the hot tub and fooled around. Floyd was quite helpful in helping Winnie get up and was impressed by how big ‘all’ his muscles were and had him shoot to see how far he could!"
Poor Winnie, the bed was jiggling so much as he tried to stifle his laugh. It wasn’t helped either when mom replied, "Well that Floyd is quite the little shooter when he does it with you I’ve noticed. I'm glad he had somebody else to fool around with, I know he likes to play with you.” Then she looked at Winn, “Having fun so far Winn?”
Winn was trying to get me to choke too as he toyed with my wood now. He paused and pretended to clear his throat, “Hrreecchhh…gr… great! It was so much fun playing with each other, and he’s so good at giving me a hand! He kept it up a lot last night till I finally just drooped from exhaustion, feeling so empty. He’s the best!” then squeezed me hard as I coughed over my gag.
“Well I’m sorry I have to go out again for the day again so I made some breakfast for you. It’s in the fridge, just microwave it. There’s also money on the table for a pizza, or maybe a sub since you like those fillings so much now. I know you are already up, but you don’t have to get out of bed right away, might as well have a lazy morning. And I know how Bretton likes to fool around with his cousins, so have fun fooling around with each other some more if you up for it!”
Jeeesus... Who writes her script? We could hardly contain ourselves till she closed the door, then we broke out in gales of laughter as we dropped back on the bed. He turned to me, "I can't believe you said that! Up all night! Fooling around? I think it was more like a fondling around! And seeing how far I can shoot? Man! Then she told us to stay in bed and fool around? She did see your morning boner once before you know. And Horny Boy’s a good shooter too?”
“Gotcha didn’t I? You know, shooting is when you cup your hand and push it along the top of the water and shoot a splash at each other.”
Unbelievable! We continued laughing and giggling, enjoying each other’s morning toy till we heard the front door slam in the distance. I tossed off our sheet and we smiled down at those friendly cocks in our hands. We slowly stroked as he grinned at me, “You know, like you, I’m experiencing some serious ‘morning wood’ as you call it. And now that you have taught me the remedy for it, how be you help me cure it for the first time? If you do a good job, I’ll spark the fire in your morning wood for you too?”
He let go of mine, propped his pillow against the headboard and leaned back with his hands behind his head to watch me as I rose up on an elbow. But when I grabbed his hard bobber, I stopped and grinned at it. Wow! I was suddenly struck with a wild idea! I let go of his boner and swung my knee over his hips and straddled them on both knees, my balls squishing on his. He stared at the pair of humming boners, somewhat confused. I leaned forward and put my fingers under his hummer and pulled it up till its underside touched the underside of mine. I put my thumb over mine and squeezed them together and his eyes widened at my doubled cocked fist! The opposite of a double fisted cock, lol…
It sure felt strange as I gave them a stroke and his blue eyes twinkled in his delight, so I grinned down into them, “Hey! Whatcha think of my double barreled shoot gun?” I felt his hips jiggle under my ass as he laughed, “Try it on and see if it fits.” I let go and leaned forward to make it easier for him and put my hands down outside his arms. He wrapped his fist around the pair of cocks and when he squeezed with those long fingers, their strength made me understand now what that old expression, ‘Choke your chicken’ really meant.
It felt so different, and also, (if you’re like me, you probably don’t remember your first morner as much as your virgin spurt cumm?) I decided to make his real memorable for him and, well, for me too. After his first slow stroke, I continued, “I think since they are both loaded and cocked why don’t you try and fire them?”
That sure made his bone lurch against mine so he started to toss off the double barrels and what feelings and expressions! Our bodies jiggling, balls squashed and those hands, so strong from rolling the wheels. It felt like he didn’t have to pump me out, but could just squeeze it and I’d cumm like toothpaste out a tube!
I quickly went into my own variation of a cummy/bouncing/gagging squirt on top of his version under me. His face below mine distorted in the progressing stages, intense lip chewing, rolling eyes, teeth gritting, the final head rolling and rising, with a final jaw drop. Our timing was great, as rushes wracked our naked bodies, his pinching ass bouncing me up as the double barrels fired their shots and co-mingled on his tummy.
When I slumped down on him, our gooey cocks and balls rubbed together and the joyjuice between our stomachs made a bit of a sucking sound. I dropped my head beside his, and we lay still, breathing deeply in each other’s' ears. Empty. Released. Happy. Another precious moment shared.
After a few long moments passed, I arched up on my hands and looked down at his dimpled grin and returned a huge smile. But as I went to rise off, my stomach made that sucking sound again! He giggled, so I quickly rose up and down, squishah, squishah, squishah... and we broke out in laughter again. Then I slid back on his shins, leaned down and licked some of our cumm blend off his stomach.
"Those double barrels make quite a cumm cocktail!" I laughingly remarked then rolled over on my back beside him. He rose up on an elbow, leaned over and lapped up some of our boyblend off my tummy, smacked his lips and rubbed his saliva/spurt coated tummy.
He lifted my slimy cock, and watched a stringer stretch down from the pucker, “I’m gonna miss doing a duet with my best pet here. But, I’m so glad you have showed me how I can still single handedly make my woody happily settle down every morning from now on.” He swiped that stringer off and dropped it in his mouth, "Are we gonna do it some more today? It’s so great! I mean my very first time yesterday was just total and that later dry one was good too. And that Horny Boy Floyd sure is a cock teaser and he was great for that last time he was on mine!” He paused, “you think I wanna do it too much?”
I shook my head, grinning, “Nope! You're not unusual. I've done it up to seven or eight times in a day!" (Sound familiar? Lol) and he let out a sigh of relief as I picked at some of the flecks forming on his stomach, “And it looks like we better have a bit of a soaking to clean off this evidence, and maybe put some clothes on for a change?"
We were quickly learning the procedure as I swung his legs over the edge of the bed, squatted before him to get on my back and started walking him into the tub room. He chuckled in my ear, “Can I stay on here all day? Your back is so smooth and comfortable!” I chuckled along with him as I turned, lowered him onto the sill, left him facing away from the tub, slid the cover off and turned on the jets.
He waited for me to turn him around him and slide him in, but when I came back in front of him he was surprised when I announced, “Okay, now, squeeze your nose, you’re going in backwards buddy!” He laughed when I lifted his spindles, tossed him in on his back, and he went under, then came bubbling up laughing. He’s not as disadvantaged in the water because he can float, not walk, so he semi-waded/swam back over as I slid in, and we sat together on the underwater seat and relaxed a bit. He was so excited and happy, chatting away as he opened up even more to me, making me realize just how lonely he had been, held hostage on his wheelchair all his young life so far.
Of course we weren’t dirty enough for soap, but we did spend a bit of time rubbing each other under the water. And he sure giggled when I introduced him to his first a blowjob. What? Yes, by showing him how to pull himself up on the ledge far enough so that the jets could blast his cock silly. Ha ha…
We had some more fun splashing each other till we were waterlogged, so I pulled him up and swung him around on the edge of to dry him off and then he did me. I walked him back out to my room and just as I was about to drop him on the bed to get dressed, I stopped.
He was confused as I turned away from the bed and instead, backed him up to his wheelchair and squatted enough for him to drop into it this time. He didn’t let go, but over my shoulder he stumbled, “Bu… but I’m naked! I’ve never eaten without any clothes on!”
“Well, guess you better not spill the coffee then! And besides, I wanna keep an eye on your buddystick’s eye in case he tries to pops his head up and looks around.”
“Hah! And what are you gonna do if he sees yours then, peeking out its hoody and gets a whiff of him?” and he laughed as he slid back off me and onto the wheelchair.
I turned and flipped my hips at him, “Guess I’d just have to grab him by the throat and choke the cumm out of him!”
“Oh, goody goody!” he replied as he looked down at his and gave it couple swipes, “Hey dickhead, c’mon wake up and be a bonehead for a change!”
Gawd he was so much fun when he gets going. As we started in, he lagged back behind me, so I turned and gave him the questioning look.
“Hey! I just love your bare ass and that warm crack looks so good. Can I snuggle my dicky in and you pinch it between those bubbles of yours?”
I leaned over, spread my feet and my cheeks and when I puckered my pink rose, I looked over my shoulder, “And peekaboo to you too!’
That one was good for a three arm banger as he laughed and wheeled into the kitchen. He watched me fuss around as he kept up the banter, like when he was beside me and lifted my dick, “I’m so glad you showed me another way to make this thing work.” And another time, he ran his hand down my butt, and quipped, “I see why people say, ‘kiss my ass now’,” and he did it. He slid his hand around till he found my crack, then traced his finger down till he found my wrinkly rim, and pressed the tip against it. I made it pucker and he yanked his finger away, “Ahah! He was still peeking!” See what I mean? He never lets up! I love it.
I had taken the food out of the fridge and put it in the oven to be nuked, and while it was cooking, I set the table with the usual accessories. The lid on a new bottle of jam wouldn’t turn, so I looked at Winn and shook my head, “Darn, it’s always the same with these bloody things. I’ll have to put under the hot water and bang it with a knife like my mom does.”
Winnie huffed, “Then just give the bloody thing to me.” So I passed it over.
He held the jar in his fingers and just twisted the lid off without any effort then held it out to me and when I raised my eyebrows, he frowned, "What?"
"Well... jeez, like you made it look so easy!"
"Yeah, well it is, ‘I let my fingers do the walking’, so to say! You guys that walk on legs, spoil your fingers." Touché.
That gave me an idea. “K buddy. Wheel your bare ass over to the table.” and when he did, I sat down across from him, put my elbow on the table and held my hand up, “K now, let’s arm wrestle.”
“Okay, great! I’ve seen this on TV and always wanted to try it!” We locked hands and I put the pressure on and nothing happened. Then I put more on and still he didn’t budge, but then he just smiled, “K. I’m ready now, go ahead any time!” Biotch! I put my all in this time and he just swayed my arm back and forth like he was just waving his hand in the air then slammed it down on the table, no effort. Fuckin’ Biotch!!
When I whined, "Damn it, Dunk! I never had a chance! I've never wrestled anybody that strong!" he gave me a modest smile then teased, "Want to get a bottle to put your whine in?" Shit I just can’t win. Maybe I should stop calling him ‘Winn’, eh?”
So I scowled at him and held my hand out in a fist with just the middle finger pointing down and waved it, "Can you hear this?...No? ...Want me to turn it up?" and I grinned at him as I flipped him the bird.
I’ve never seen him this proud before. And I was so proud too as I held my hand up for a high five, and just as he started to do it, I lurched my hand back, “Hey, you’re not gonna break it are you?” and as expected, he fired back, “Nope! Well… not yet that is!” and we fived.
When we were finished our breakfast, he took his phone out, “Better phone home and make she’s there before I phone for Transit.” I chuckled to myself, if only his mother could see him now, naked and happy. “I’m not excited about visiting my cuz’s, it’s so boring… well especially… after what… well you know…” and looked at my drooper in front of his eyes.
He punched his number and became quite formal, “Oh hello mother… yes it was…no we cleaned up too… What? We don’t? K. Can I stay… let me converse with Bretton and see if I’m still welcome,” and he put his hand over the cell, “Our visit has been cancelled, think I could stay, I mean sleep over another night? Would your mom mind?”
I put my hands behind my head and wobbled my hips, smacking my softy on them, “For sure you can, although I don’t know if I can survive it… and as far as my mom goes, even your shit doesn’t stink!”
He tried to constrain himself as he went back on the phone, “Yes mother, it’s quite alright and Mrs. Martinique thinks I’m so nice and likes that cologne you gave me, it makes me smell so sweet… yes, he lets me sleep in the same thing as he does… yes we were up a lot, but he showed me how to sleep better… and shared some morning exercises with me… K. You too!”
He punched the air with his fist, then slipped his fingers under his slack monkey and bounced it up and down, “RIGHT ON!!! More exercising for my third!” I shook my head, “Well if it gets up and out of hand, I’ll just have to thrash it, but I dunno, I think I’ll be getting a lotta hand cramps though!”
After I put the stuff away, I dropped down on his bare lap in the chair and it startled him. I pinched his soft cock that was squished in my ass crack now, “Yo! I figger it’s ‘bout time for you take me back, and don’t let that big snuggler wake up and start to rise, cause I figger he’d likely lift me right off your friggin lap!” Triple arm slaps again as we headed back.
“K, now, we got the whole day ahead of us, so let’s say I grab our balls…” and he quickly dropped his hands down on his lap and looked terrified. I squinted at him, and then it hit me, “… K, you got me. Those are for later, the big ‘basket’ ball ones I mean, and we can head down to the park. They got a court with hoops. Have you ever been there?” Shit! I immediately resented that question.
He looked down, a little sad, “Uhh… no… well actually not anywhere much. My mom doesn’t drive and you are m…my only… and well first best friend!” When he looked up at me, his eyes looked a little glassy, so I stuck out my fist and said, “Hey, bud, then even more fun is just about ready to begin, and besides, I‘ve already more fun with you than anyone else. And also BTW biotch, you’re not just a BF, but my BFF.” Jeez his smile couldn’t have gotten any wider.
So I grabbed our two kits with the ‘bigger’ balls and hung them on his handles. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, and smiled, but when I tossed him the shorts, he frowned, and looked surprised, “Bu… but what about my legs?” I leaned over and touched his nose, “I love this…” and said the same when I touched his lips, traced his chest, bumped down his 6pack and stopped on his pink knob, “…and especially this…” and tapped it a couple more times, “…and I’m not interested in anything fucking thing lower, so put ‘em on and we’ll get the hell out of here! Oh, and no underwear, we’re swingers and besides, they would slow us down when we wanna party hardy.”
His brows arched as he smiled and started to work them on. It was a struggle and I wanted to help him, but I knew he wanted to be independent, and since he wasn’t paying any attention to me, I stretched out my time getting dressed so when he finished I was just finishing on mine too. I tossed him his team shirt, “Jeez that was fast!’ hope you can get out of them just as fast”
So, we finally were good to go and I shared his excitement of wheeling to the park with other people all around. I could see he was still a little nervous and self-conscious at first, but after a while he realized that people were just glancing at him, just like they were glancing at me. And I was really happy when a couple kids from our school actually gave him a wave. He was really looking around too, a bit overwhelmed by being in the scene and not looking out at it from the windows of the Transit for a change. It made me feel how fortunate legged people like you and I are as he discovered and experienced so many new things we take for granted. His excitement was contagious.
There were a few younger boys at one end of the court, so we went to the empty one at the other end, and started to loosen up by tossing his ball back and forth at each other, then bouncing it to each other. I could see he was really enjoying it too, and going at it with the determination that he has obviously learned in order to overcome his deficiency.
He moved on by himself, bouncing the ball on one side, then over to the other, back and forth. A bit of hot-dogging for fun. Then the spinning toss ahead, making it bounce back at him. And he soon forgot about me as he got into it and finally fired a shot that missed. It didn’t bother him though, he was judging the distance. After a couple, he started to drop them.
I saw two boys notice him as they were passing and came over, hands up for a 5, “Hey Dunk!” Winn looked surprised at his name and quickly turned, and smiled as they approached and put his hand up and fived them. “Jeez Dunk, you just did five in a row! You’re gonna get too good for our team and turn pro?” and Winn blushed when they added, ”Good work bro, and keep it up!” and moved on.
And, as could be expected, he went at it even harder. I was bouncing mine back and forth, then moved over beside him, made a shot and missed. Not on purpose either. He shook his head, so I tried to make another, and missed again. So he interrupted calmly, “I think if you aim a little higher above the basket, it’ll have a better chance of going in.”
Shit a kid in a wheelchair coaching me. So I did what he said, and the fucking thing went in! He didn’t goad it over me either, but just said, “Hey good one!” and spun the ball on his fingertip, then held it down in his lap, lifted it back behind his head, tossed it for a dunk. Biotch.
He hadn’t noticed the five younger boys from the other end come jogging up and stand behind him to watch, so when they yelled out, “Hey, awesome man!” he flinched and missed the ball I was throwing back to him. They came up around in front of him and knuckled him.
One skinny black kid shook his head, “Shit man, I could never do that sitting down and not even as many when I’m standing!” Another boy added, “That’s the shirt of the Red Devils isn’t it?” and Winn blushed a bit as he nodded, “You on the team?”
“Well I don’t play… I just kinda help a bit” he replied modestly, so I butted in, “Bullshit! You don’t ‘just’ help, because you ‘just’ improved my shot!”
The kid looked surprised, “Really? Can you give me some tips then?” and a smaller kid added, “Cool, can you show me how to spin the ball on my finger like you just did too?”
Gawd, Winn’s head was spinning almost as much as the ball had been. He looked at me for an answer, “Sure he can. We can cancel our rock concert tickets so he can work with you guys.”
They were as stunned as Winn was, so I paused, enjoying the moment, then, “Just kidding guys. He loves to do it, he’s good, and besides, I might pick up a few more pointers myself too.”
They were relieved as Winn proceeded on his first job as assistant coach and first lesson. I watched, even more proud of him for his dedication and determination. He would demonstrate the throw and where to aim like me and before long the black kid was up to about 50% of his shots and the shorter kid was walking around with my twirling ball on his finger!
The group started to break up and I suddenly realized over a couple hours had flown by and it was great to see his look of pride as they high fived him, “Dunk, dude, thanks!... You’re the best!... Gonna be back again?... Later Dunk!... “
Man, I thought his chest was gonna burst through his team shirt as he grinned at me, so I scowled at him, “Well Dunk, dude. Done for the day? Can I walk beside you, or do I have to stay three paces behind your majesty now while we go over and get a hotdog?”
He looked a little surprised then I put out my fist, “Well done dude! You’re the best!” We knuckled as he looked down at my eye level bulge beside him “No, I’ll only allow you beside me so I can keep an eye on your own hot hot Doggie,“ and he bumped on his, “oops, my interest is growing and I think it wants to go head to head with yours.”
I glanced down, “Sounds like a plan. Time for break then, get naked and relax back?”
He pressed down on his now, “Biotch! Don’t talk so loud, Doggie’s got big ears”
“He’s got big everything else. Better get going before he bursts through those shorts and starts peeking around.”
He punched the air with his fist and we walk/wheeled on our way.
We hadn’t gone far before we heard, “Hey! Winnie! Brett!” and saw Horny Boy Floyd waving, all excited as he came bounding over with a couple of friends, one a little shorter than Floyd with short black hair, and the other a little taller than me, a little older and thin, with long blond hair. Floyd's shorts bowing out as per usual.
We both were quite shocked, having just talked about him earlier.
"Wow! Hi guys! How are my favorite sausages this morning? Did you give them a good draining?" and giggled down at Winn’s swelling while doing a high five.
"Brett and Winnie, this here is Li’le Eddie..." Floyd said, pointing at the smaller boy, "...and this big geek is Lanky Lanny. Him and me was just getting ready to have Eddie whack us off to show him how to do it, he hasn’t see’d it done yet. ‘N when I saw you and Winnie I thought I would check and see if youse wanted to come over and they could see Winnie’s wicked wiener and they could see how much they can make it shoot. So how about it?" he asked, rubbing his little mound.
Wow! So much so fast! Winnie’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he looked over at me, questioningly, an almost pleading look on his face, as his hand immediately dropped down in his lap. Manna from heaven…
I could read his mind and reactions now, hormones in total control, so I grinned at him, “Well I guess we could postpone that snack and relax back like we planned on. Two’s company, but three more’s an orgy, so let’s pecker party! I’m ready to drain the main vein, and it looks like you are too”
They were as excited as we were as we struck out. When Winnie started to roll, Lanky Lanny said, “Can I push you, I’ve never done it before?”
Winnie normally wouldn’t let anyone do it because he was challenged, not handicapped, but I could see some evidence in his shorts that was reflecting all this new interest. He replied, “Normally I don’t, I like the exercise, but I know how Floydy likes to ride on it sometimes, so if Li’le Eddie wants a ride on it now too, it would be extra weight so you could help by pushing us then.” Nice reply Winn, cool way to give Eddie a lap dance.
I think Floyd had discussed our ‘play’ quite a bit, because Eddie, who had been watching Win expectantly, quickly scampered over, paused, looked down at Win’s lap, crawled up and sat down, grinning as he wiggled his tight little ass to settle on it. Winn’s grin matched his.
So we headed out, the four Musketeers, three muskets loaded and ready to fire, with one cadet still training and another trying out for firing.
Floyd went to one side of the wheelchair, grinning and skipping away, so I took the other side figuring he and Winn were in cahoots, because he frowned, “When I’d ride on it Li’le Eddie, there was a lump or something I had to adjust, is it still there?”
Cute Li’le Eddie had been waiting, obviously coached by the Horny Boy, and he leaned over on one cheek, reached under and giggled as his arm worked away, checking for lumps. He found it then tittered as he squeezed away, then let go and wiggled his little ass down on it as he lay back so his head was on Winn’s shoulder.
Winnie leaned over his shoulder and looked down at Eddie’s tent which pupped up a lot like Floyd’s, smiling deviously, then reached around and clutched it, “Oh boy, a joystick to steer us! You tell Lanny Eddie!”
We all chuckled as Winn bent it slightly to the right and Eddie said, “Right!” Lanny complied and started making motor noises as Eddie kept relaying the instructions that Winn was making with his boner, “Left… right… back… forward!” They were all having a ball, especially Winnie, who loved to be one of a group, or more importantly the center of it, and of course, there was that new hard boymeat in his hand too.
When we reached Floydy’s house, I was glad there were only two steps up the porch, so Eddie jumped off, turned and looked down at the bulge, “Shit is that what I was sittin’ on, it coulda kilt me!” and used that as an excuse to pinch his way down the length of it, with no complaints from Winnie.
Floydy added, “Yeah I thought the fuckin’ thing was gonna too on my first ride, but it turns out to be big, but friendly, snake! You’ll see!” and Winnie banged on his chair arms as he looked at the matching tents in the two boys laughing with him.
When I went to take the handles of the wheelchair from Lanky Lanny, he frowned, so I told him, “I was gonna bounce him up the stairs.”
He grinned, and in his slow kinda drawl stated, “Hell, this time Winnie boy is my ride all the way, so I wanna take my new bud all the way now too,” then looked at him, “right Winnie buddy?”
He couldn’t have said anything better to him and I could see his eyes water slightly as he held his fist out, “Right Lanny…Buddy!”
Lanny turned the chair away from the steps and bumped it up them, spun him around as Floyd swung the door open for us and we entered. He informed us, “Oh yeah, my mom’s out for the day, so we have the run of the house” and we followed him down the hall to his room.
He looked around at our crotches as he squeezed his joint a few times, then turned to Li’le Eddie who was quite nervous and as he wristed his, “K! Now, it feels like I’m in pecker party mode already. Since it’s your cumming out party, lemme check if you are, then you check me, then do the rest to make sure they are.”
Eddie was still a little shy, and flinched at first when Floyd gave his a pinch, but when Floydy exclaimed, “Wow!” and squeezed on it some more, “It sure feels you are getting to be a real party animal already too! C’mon, check me now!”
Good move again Floydy. Eddie didn’t hesitate now as they both enjoyed checking, or rather feeling each other up, fingers doing the walking. Of course it took as series of pinches to try imagine what was cloaked inside the lumps.
I thought it was a great way to stay horny rather than just rip off our clothes immediately. I mean, have you ever been walking down the street, bulge surfing, when you see this cute young little blondie with cutoffs that look like they were painted on and have a couple pounds of meat stuffed down the pantleg? You just want to walk up to him, arms down, look into his blue eyes, move a hand forward and just stand there, squeezing, squeezing as you stare into those eyes…? Weird…
So we started some package checking, and everyone quickly got into it, tittering and squishing away on each other’s joints, and trying different ways. Like Lanny and Floydy standing beside the arms of Winnie’s chair so he could feel them both up, while Li’le Eddie squatted down in front really squishing the mystery down Winn’s pant leg at the same time. Sizing up two cock bulges while you are being felt up is a great warm up for the eventual unveiling. Ever try it? Of course Floydy, Winn and I had already ‘sized’ many times, so had fun ‘sizing’ up Lanky and Li’le Eddie and our bulges sure made them real curious and real ready now.
When he finished, Eddie started anxiously rocking from foot to foot, so Floydy asked, “Well Eddie bud, is everybody ready?”, he quickly nodded and giggled as he stretched out his own tent now. “K then, better get me into my party outfit first then you can do the others.” Eddie was a bit confused till Floyd held his arms up and bent over. Eddie clicked and reached down for the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it off. Floydy put his hands on his waist, and nodded, so Eddie started wiggling the shorts down, chuckling at the smooth pubes and raising his brow when a couple inches of thin white shaft pressed out against the band.
Eddie chortled away as gave them a final yank down and the familiar 4 ½ er flipped up. Eddie smiled down at it as Floyd did a dialogue while he demonstrated the ‘check out’ routine. He pinched it, “You first gotta check how thick it is and how hard too,” then he pushed it down with his thumb and let it flip back up, “and check it for sproing. And then if it’s got a hoody, slide it back, then last, check the basket for size and number of balls in it, K?”
Eddie nodded anxiously and enjoyed reviewing the checklist on Floydy’s boner, checking all the requirements. Then, when Floydy continued, “Now I better get you ready!” I thought Ed might still be a little shy and a bit hesitant, but instead he grinned, tossed his arms up, and bent over so he was eye level with Floydy’s twitching dick. Then I thought, what kid wouldn’t want his clothes ripped off after he had stripped another kid and played with his hard dick with its shiny dickhead just a matter of inches before him now, right? Wouldn’t you? C’mon… got yours out now?
Floydy yanked the shirt off and tossed it aside, then knelt and started wiggling the shorts down and was surprised when the waistband slid off a couple curlies. He paused and pulled on a couple of them, “Fuck! Gots some curlies already and youse only a little older. Let’s see the rest!” and he gave the shorts a quick yank down. When the cock bounced up and fluttered, he smiled his approval when he grasped it to contain its excitement and looked up at Eddie who just smiled down and put his hands on his hips.
Floydy went down the check list, “Hmm… nice and hard…thicker’n mine, maybe a little longer and curves back…” then squeezed the large flesh node with its short pucker, a bit of pink knob showing in it, ”… oh, oh, got the eye on me” and he unfurled it, and a long tapered beauty tip slithered out. Eddie flinched when Floydy pinched it, “Definitely gots me beat! Nice and shiny too and it blinked when I pinched him!” Eddie was feeling pretty proud, but even more so when his balls in the dangling sack were rolled, ”Shit Eddie, youse got some mean squirt in these big beauts! Gonna be a big blast for sure!”
And by the way Winn was pressing down on his lap, he was in total agreement.
Floydy came over to me, and knowing how much he liked stripping me and Winn, squeezed my hard crotch, then looked at the other two, “Feels like he’s good’n ready, so he’s next. Get his fuckhead out and give it a good checking too and see whatcha think.” He stepped away, then looked at Lanny who was rubbing his shorts, “Hey Lank! You ain’t bin checked out yet, but how be you help Li’le Ed there handle the snake ‘case it tries to bite.” Kids have the greatest imagination and don’t you just love their exaggerations of a lot of things?
Eddie had quickly gone from that original mixture of feelings, shy, modest and curious, to one of bone hard horny. And was not fazed in the least by the blipping bone that reflected his state as he squeezed mine and joined in giggled with Lanky who added a helping hand. They started working my waistband down over my pubes, down along the straining muscle, where it paused slightly on the larger node, then my hard cock sproinged off it all the way making Eddie’s brows rise as he watched it vibrate.
Floydy was enjoying our checkout, smiling, hands on his hips, his pink tipped spear jouncing and small baggy tightening.
Lanky was ball handler while Eddie checked the dimensions, the hoody, did a double sproing test, then nodded agreement. They happily changed the subjects in their hands and Jesus, bet you sure can imagine how you would feel with naked boned up boys playing with your throbbing cock and aching balls, eh?
Eddie wrapped his fist around it, “It’s so nice and big!”
I giggled as I jounced it, “Yeah, but my hardon is so big, I don’t think I have enough skin left to close my eyes!” and held my eyes wide open.
That brought some chuckles as our pecker party organizer pulled on his dick again and pointed at Winn, “Get that fuckhead out to, but keep your eye on it, it’s like a giant cobra, and it slapped me once’t already”
When I went over in front of Winnie, I put my feet on his as the others watched, a little curious. I stuck my arms out and braced myself when he grabbed them, and I held firm as he pulled himself up. His being stronger, meant all I had to do was lean back till he was standing upright. The others were a bit impressed, pulling on themselves, as they saw him standing for the first time. I think Winn was pretty proud too.
Lanny took the wheeler away and Winn and I had it down to a science. I took my feet off his and put a hand on him to keep him steady. When Lanky moved to help, I silently shook my head . I moved behind Winn and had him lean one way, which took his weight off the other foot, so I slid mine under it and repeated it for the other one. Then he would take his weight off one side again so I could lift it and take a step, then repeat it so I could duck walk him over to the bed and facing away by about a foot.
I was almost ready to drop him on it, but realized he had never been stripped standing up, and knew he wanted to do as many things as us ‘leggies’ do. So I held his hips under his shirt and told him to hold his arms up. When Lanky stripped the shirt off, they were impressed with his build, and had him do a bicep prose. Winn was enjoying the attention and praise they were expressing as they ran their hands and fingers over his biceps, chest and 6pack. His cock looked like it was gonna burst out his shorts like in my dream the other night.
Floydy was standing beside him and reached down and squeezed down the snake that was pushing out the pant leg, and said, “Fuck! I think it’s waking up, you guys better check it, it may be alive though.” Winnie blushed slightly, and I don’t think it was shyness but excitement!
Lanny’s was struggling for air too, whereas Floydy’s, Eddie’s and mine now were happily bouncing in their freedom. And when Floyd said, ”K, now, bare that fuckin’ beast!” they didn’t need to be told twice.
I could see how proud he was to not only be standing, but was finally feeling pretty important at being the centre of attention. It was his show now and I was anxious to see their expressions when they opened his party favor.
When Lanny moved in front of Winn, Eddie anxiously joined him and stared down at the straining cloth. They enjoyed draggin this unveiling out, like a couple kids with a Christmas gift, guessing what was inside the wrapping, giggling as they took turns, palming, rubbing and squeezing it. Although Winn was loving it, I could tell it was also driving him and his nuts fucking crazy too.
And much to Winn’s relief, they finally finished the guessing game and nodded at each other. They each took their side, grabbed the elastic waistband and started to peel it down. They were halfway to the pubes when Lanky noted, “He don’t have no gaunchies. Real swinger!” And when they uncovered those pubes, and he remarked again, “Dun got no curlies to play with yet.” he was reminding me of a fashion show announcer. They both fingered around on it, then continued the journey down, only to pause when they saw the wide base and an inch or so of its thick stem.
“Whoa!” Lanky exclaimed, “That be lookin’ mighty big wid a neck like that!” and they both pinched it a couple times and nodded to verify it.
And there eyes widened as the neck arched out past the scar till the waistband caught on the big flare. Lanky gave it a hard yank down and when it snapped off the flare, the big knob flipped up, smacked back against his lower belly, then remained straight up, humming. Lanky jumped back in mock fear, looking shocked with his open palms up for protection.
Everyone paused for a moment, then I doubled over, laughing, my hardon fluttering away as the others joined in. Winnie’s big bone was bouncing all over too, so Lanny snuck up and grabbed it, “Wow, that was close! Damn thing is getting out of control. Jeez you were right, it is a monster, check it out Ed”
Eddie had been absently three finger stroking his own boner and rolling his balls when it happened so he quickly let go of all his equipment and wrapped his fist around it, thumb pointing up and against the flare, “Wow, he’s got a pretty thick neck,” then rubbed his thumb back and forth on that round ridge, making Winn flinch, and tittered, “I like his big helmet!”
“Get those shorts off him, get him all naked!” Floydy commanded. I stepped aside and gave Winn’s chest a slight push and he fell onto his back, laughing, his cock waving away. Eddie kept staring as they reached down, grabbed Winn’s feet that were bundled in his shorts, lifted them and worked the shorts off. The large muscles on his upper body ha d contrasted his withered limbs, but now his quaking joystick contrasted them even.
Winnie sat up on the edge of the bed so Eddie and me stood on either side of him, our arms crossed over our chests, our trio of boners waving, and stared at Lanny’s bulging shorts.
Floydy pulled on his boner, “K Lanny. Guess you’re the only one not checked, so we’ll have our new bud Winn unwrap your treat. Take your shirt off and step up to the inspector.”
I was real glad to see Winnie being so happy and that he was no longer self-conscious about his withered limbs. But of course his excited erection was definitely a distraction. The boys liked him for what he was and what he had and not what he didn’t have.
Lanky Lanny was tenting up big time when he stepped up to the plate and put his hands on his hips. He was the tallest of us and thin, no, actually skinny, his ribs showing under his very white skin, stomach slightly caved in. Winnie leaned forward, his eyes sparkling, his boner blipping as he did the test squeeze down the pant leg and back up.
Winn started working the shorts down and when he bared the pubes, he paused and grinned as he pulled on a couple of the curlies in the forming bush. That of course was of great interest to us, being a little jealous as you may remember, when you finally had some curlies and were now like the ‘big boys’?
The journey down the staining fuck muscle seemed as long as the one down Winnie’s, but it was a little thinner with ribs visible down the sides and was very white. Winn’s brow rose when a familiar jagged scar appeared. And again, like the others, the waistband caught on the knob for a moment, then slid off, and we had another sproinger! The Lanky nic was now obvious.
The dry knob was not pointed but more like a pink helmet atop the thin 6+ mace that curved back to his belly, with that small nest of curlies at the base and his smaller balls dangling in a tight bag.
Lanny flinched when Winn reached over and ran his fingertip on the knob and chuckled, “We’re ‘bald bros’!” his own boner flickering when he pinched the helmet’s rim.
Floyd, as always, liked attention, but he was so funny, everyone loving him for it. “Okay, now that all fuckheads have been checked, it’s time to put them to work.” He looked at Eddie, "Now I'll show you how to fuckin’ whack yourself off” and we all turned to him and sat down on the bed so we could all watch his jerk demo.
He assumed the classic toss position, feet spread, knees bent, and leaning over slightly. He wrapped his fist around his needle cock and started to pump as he squeezed and tugged on his nuts while describing how to do it, "You can wrap your whole fist and thumb around it like this and jerk, or four fingers like this around it with your thumb up so it rubs the edge of your knob. Lanky likes it because his edge sticks out a lot. My dink is so skinny, I started with it just between my thumb and a finger, then between thumb and three fingers like this, or whatever feels good.” You remember the one that was your favorite?
“My cousin wrapped his fist over the top, so his thumb pointed to his hairs, and pulled ‘out’ like this. But shit his boner stuck straight out, not up like me.”
He took a quick look around, “Like all of yours stick up and not out too. Also I like to rub my chest and stomach with the other hand, or for a change pull my balls, even though they are not loaded yet, K? "
He was quite a proud of his demonstration and stretched his skin out, “Any questions?” and Eddie was wide eyed, pulling on his as he shook his head.
“Good. I better finish now, I’m fuckin’ half way there already. You’ll see what it’s like, I just don’t squirt yet Eddie bro, the others will squirt for you to see.”
Because Floydy can’t yet, he can have his dry cumms like about every half hour it seems, and I imagine he does because he loves it so much. Also I don’t think anyone else wants to do him, because it could be dangerous, you know, like when you’re pullin’ his dick and he’s on the other end of it thrashing and hopping around so much. Lol
Eddie was intrigued, pulling on himself, and staring as Floyd continued on with his flopping around wonder whacking demonstration that was speeding up a lot faster now. Head back and forth, ball tug, up on his toes, stomach rub, crouch over, lip chew, then straighten up, hips forward, freeze. Then his bare ass cheeks pinch in a dry cumm finale of a shiver/shudder/ jaw/ drop/ gasp-choking, “EeeaauuuhhhAAAHHGGH!!!”
Eddie looked around at us, confused, maybe a little scared, so Horny Boy gasped… ”It may look… weird but it’s fuc... totally awesome! You’ll see. I…I would like to whack you off, but I’m a little ‘beat’ so to say. Let Winnie do the honors”
Eddie nodded, still a little unsure, but smiled as he moved closer to Winnie, his cock about a foot in front of Winn’s face. Boy I could see the lust in Winn’s eyes now too. They both seemed to be getting along or maybe more like getting off on each other too.
As Winn started to wrap his fist around it, Floydy screeched out, “I got spurt! I fuckin’ squirted!”
He had his skin back and his knob was gooey, and he when he swiped a finger on it and tasted it, he nodded confirmation. He held it down for us to sample and we all did, except Eddie. We all nodded but said nothing to Ed because it was so new to him, not sure what we were talking about yet.
Floydy danced around, his wilting cock leaking a tiny stringer out his pucker, which he snatched off, “Fuckin’ Squirt! Fuckin’ Squirt!”
Meanwhile, back at Eddie’s joint, Winn had his fist now clamped over it, his thumb beside the knob, pointing at his face and was starting to pull up on it as he reached up and rolled the rather big pink sac o’ nuts. He was happy, so close too, for like a 4 – 6” away, cock’s eye view.
We were watching the work in progress when Lanny chuckled and moved behind Eddie. He reached around, so Winn took his hand off Eddie’s balls and Lanny took over, fondling them as he rocked the underside of his long hard cock up and down the crack in Eddie’s tight little ass. “Jeez you balls in my hand feel good and full Eddie!” Eddie fired back, “And your dick feels good and hard in my ass too!” So Winn added, “Yeah and your dick is good and thick in my fist too Eddie!” Boy li’le Eddie was really glowing now, feeling quite important from all the attention.
But his body was also glowing from the virginal flow of orgasmic hormones that started flooding his naked body. His eyes slowly closed half way as a dreamy smile formed on his face then he suddenly started up, looking surprised, eyes wide, his jaw dropping, his knees weakening. Lanny pulled himself tighter against the naked back so his balls now squished in Eddie’s ass crack too, and tugged on Eddie’s loaded nads, as if he was loosening up the virgin cumm shots in them.
Winn recognized the cumm symptoms and squeezed harder and faster, leaning in for a closer look at someone else’s virgin swirl, “It gonna feel like you have to take a mean piss Eddie, but just let it go, believe me, you’ve never had a piss like the one you’re gonna have now!” and Winnie’s jaw dropped as he concentrated more on priming the pump faster.
And it was a good thing Lanny was holding Eddie because his virgin jitterbug juicin’ was really intense and all over the place as he gasp/gagged/squealed, “uuh...uuh... aggghh... aaggHHH... AGGEEEUUHHH!!” and pinched his ass cheeks on Lanny’s cock.
A strong streamer of virgin boy cocksauce spiraled out his knob and into Winn’s open mouth, startling him! But he closed his mouth too soon in reaction, and since he wasn’t holding the spitting cockhead too steady, one more smaller stringer of virgin spunk swirled onto his face!
It really broke everyone up as Eddie melted in Lanny’s arms, grinning with satisfaction, eyes half closed, Winn still holding the offending cock that was wilting, still burping out a few more burples of virgin cream.
To everyone’s surprise, Winn wiped some cumm off his face, licked his lips then snapped them over the leaker pecker and sucked, his own boner really singing now! Whoa!
Eddie almost lurched off Lanny’s naked front as he grasped Winn’s head. Winnie quickly pulled off and looked around rather sheepishly as he licked his lips and wiped a little more off his face.
Apologetically he explained, “I... I’m sorry, it kinda caught me by surprise when it went into my mouth, and I… like the of taste mine and just, like I dunno… reacted, wondering what his was like, that’s all... and especially if his first one was like mine…”
Winn dropped his head down as Eddie wiped some of the virgin cumm off his own knob, tasted it and smiled as he shrugged. So Lanny piped up, and added, “Shoot, I eat mine all the time. I jes never told no one. I like it too.” then bent down and gave Eddie’s knob a suck.
My turn to fess up, “Yeah me too Winn. I...I like to taste mine too, was just a little hesitant about doin’ it or even telling you.” and I gave it a suck too. There actually wasn’t dickydoo left on or in it, but the feel of a cock in my mouth for the first time… well, you know, right? I was suddenly hooked and anxious to feel a hot streamer surge down my tongue for the first time.
Floydy chipped in, “Hey! Count me in too! I’m gonna be tastin’ my own now that I can fuckin’ squirt” and peeled back his hoody with a dribble in the pink lips and cleaned it off with his finger and licked it off, grinning proudly.
Eddie piped up, ”Can I taste yours too Floydy?” and when he nodded, Eddie turned, leaned down, grabbed it at the base between his thumb and forefinger, bent it down a bit, slid his slips over it, and gave it a suck. He paused, then sucked some more, making Floydy buckle and grab his head. You know how sensitive your ol’ red tippy is after an awesome toss, K? Eddy straightened and smiled as he licked his lips.
I could see some trending developing here. Eddie had been staring at Winn’s cock a lot, so I suggested, “Hey Eddie, why don’t you help whack off Winnie now, I do him all the time. He can just lay back on the bed now and we can all taste his spurt after too.”
So Winnie lay back on his elbows to watch, completely naked, his spindly legs hanging over the edge with Eddie kneeling on one side, and Floyd now kneeling on the other, “I've whacked this big cock off a lot, now I wanna taste its spurt.”
Eddie’s little fist really went to work on Winn’s big cock, almost like a pro’s, or maybe it’s just a human reaction, lol. Floyd was ball boy first in this game and Ed giggled when Floydy joined him on the bat and they both wrapped a fist around it.
After a couple of double fisted strokes, Eddie, in his virgin innocence, looked up at Winn, “I liked the feel when you sucked on my dick, and the taste of my first squirt. Can I suck on yours to see what it’s like when it shoots out now, and see if it tastes like mine?” Live squirts, not swipes?
Dead silence. We looked around at each other, all of us having heard about cocksucking and stuff like that, like it was bad. But we were curious now with our growing obsession with cocks and the various things that can be done to excite us. And here was li’le Eddie, losing his virginity and having that first cumm at the hands of others no less and now wanting to introduce us, his handlers, and hardened tossers, to the art of sucking a cock! Mouthy little bugger, eh?
It took Winn about a micro second to nod rapidly. Eddie beamed down at the cockhead on the thick muscle in his fist, holding his lips wide open as he slowly moved them over the bulbous prize…
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End of Chapter Four
TBC: The taste tests are a mouthwatering success. Winnie gets tough, and after a fun detour to some changerooms, enjoys more tubbin’, his legs just a mere inconvenience now. Horny Boy Floydy is smitten with Winn’s new visiting and challenged friend who surprises the growing gang of groping groupies.
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…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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…in the far distance I heard our front door slamming… bang!… wha… oh… yeah just mom. I was dazed, and lazily opened my eyes… a mop of blond hair? …and a naked body against me… Wha… Oh shit, Winnie! Mom was returning! Right! Quickly I rolled off his back and faced the other way, letting my arm down dangle down the side of the bed and closed my eyes, feigning sleep. Thankfully I had pulled the sheets up on us before we had fallen asleep. I often liked to sleep naked, but try to be more careful after she came in when I was at full bone. So she no longer comes in all the way now.
I could feel the bed jiggle from Winn wakening when she poked her head in through the open door, “Yoo hoo! Good morning s sleepyheads! You’re not up yet?”
The bed jiggled even more at that as Winn muzzled a gag. I slowly rolled onto my back and raised my head, lifted my arm up, rubbed my eyes, and groggily looked at her over the sheet. Shit! I noticed a tent being pitched from my usual morning bone so I quickly sat up, and held the sheet up by my stomach. Winn had rolled on his back and when he lifted his head to look at mom, and saw his similar problem, he did the same.
I nodded, smiling, “Well we sure are now mom!” and he choked a bit again, so I thought I would have some fun. Since the sheet was held up off our laps, I slid my hand over onto his leg making his flinch.
“Did you sleep well? I hope you weren’t up all night”
I had a flash of me spooning Winn, “Sure, did, slept like two bugs snuggled in a rug! No, we weren’t up all night but a lot of it, and I showed Winn a new game and did he ever get off on it! Well, we both did, and he never got tired of it either!” Poor Winn was struggling to contain himself as his wood was now in my hand.
“Did you go out for a sub?”
"Yepper! Winn was so excited because it was his first time in the place. On our way back we bumped into Floyd who was so excited that he jumped on Winn for a ride and squished Winn’s big sub! But when we got back we took it out and it wasn’t hurt, just juicy and when Floyd squeezed it, some of the stuff squirted out. Then we got in the hot tub and fooled around. Floyd was quite helpful in helping Winnie get up and was impressed by how big ‘all’ his muscles were and had him shoot to see how far he could!"
Poor Winnie, the bed was jiggling so much as he tried to stifle his laugh. It wasn’t helped either when mom replied, "Well that Floyd is quite the little shooter when he does it with you I’ve noticed. I'm glad he had somebody else to fool around with, I know he likes to play with you.” Then she looked at Winn, “Having fun so far Winn?”
Winn was trying to get me to choke too as he toyed with my wood now. He paused and pretended to clear his throat, “Hrreecchhh…gr… great! It was so much fun playing with each other, and he’s so good at giving me a hand! He kept it up a lot last night till I finally just drooped from exhaustion, feeling so empty. He’s the best!” then squeezed me hard as I coughed over my gag.
“Well I’m sorry I have to go out again for the day again so I made some breakfast for you. It’s in the fridge, just microwave it. There’s also money on the table for a pizza, or maybe a sub since you like those fillings so much now. I know you are already up, but you don’t have to get out of bed right away, might as well have a lazy morning. And I know how Bretton likes to fool around with his cousins, so have fun fooling around with each other some more if you up for it!”
Jeeesus... Who writes her script? We could hardly contain ourselves till she closed the door, then we broke out in gales of laughter as we dropped back on the bed. He turned to me, "I can't believe you said that! Up all night! Fooling around? I think it was more like a fondling around! And seeing how far I can shoot? Man! Then she told us to stay in bed and fool around? She did see your morning boner once before you know. And Horny Boy’s a good shooter too?”
“Gotcha didn’t I? You know, shooting is when you cup your hand and push it along the top of the water and shoot a splash at each other.”
Unbelievable! We continued laughing and giggling, enjoying each other’s morning toy till we heard the front door slam in the distance. I tossed off our sheet and we smiled down at those friendly cocks in our hands. We slowly stroked as he grinned at me, “You know, like you, I’m experiencing some serious ‘morning wood’ as you call it. And now that you have taught me the remedy for it, how be you help me cure it for the first time? If you do a good job, I’ll spark the fire in your morning wood for you too?”
He let go of mine, propped his pillow against the headboard and leaned back with his hands behind his head to watch me as I rose up on an elbow. But when I grabbed his hard bobber, I stopped and grinned at it. Wow! I was suddenly struck with a wild idea! I let go of his boner and swung my knee over his hips and straddled them on both knees, my balls squishing on his. He stared at the pair of humming boners, somewhat confused. I leaned forward and put my fingers under his hummer and pulled it up till its underside touched the underside of mine. I put my thumb over mine and squeezed them together and his eyes widened at my doubled cocked fist! The opposite of a double fisted cock, lol…
It sure felt strange as I gave them a stroke and his blue eyes twinkled in his delight, so I grinned down into them, “Hey! Whatcha think of my double barreled shoot gun?” I felt his hips jiggle under my ass as he laughed, “Try it on and see if it fits.” I let go and leaned forward to make it easier for him and put my hands down outside his arms. He wrapped his fist around the pair of cocks and when he squeezed with those long fingers, their strength made me understand now what that old expression, ‘Choke your chicken’ really meant.
It felt so different, and also, (if you’re like me, you probably don’t remember your first morner as much as your virgin spurt cumm?) I decided to make his real memorable for him and, well, for me too. After his first slow stroke, I continued, “I think since they are both loaded and cocked why don’t you try and fire them?”
That sure made his bone lurch against mine so he started to toss off the double barrels and what feelings and expressions! Our bodies jiggling, balls squashed and those hands, so strong from rolling the wheels. It felt like he didn’t have to pump me out, but could just squeeze it and I’d cumm like toothpaste out a tube!
I quickly went into my own variation of a cummy/bouncing/gagging squirt on top of his version under me. His face below mine distorted in the progressing stages, intense lip chewing, rolling eyes, teeth gritting, the final head rolling and rising, with a final jaw drop. Our timing was great, as rushes wracked our naked bodies, his pinching ass bouncing me up as the double barrels fired their shots and co-mingled on his tummy.
When I slumped down on him, our gooey cocks and balls rubbed together and the joyjuice between our stomachs made a bit of a sucking sound. I dropped my head beside his, and we lay still, breathing deeply in each other’s' ears. Empty. Released. Happy. Another precious moment shared.
After a few long moments passed, I arched up on my hands and looked down at his dimpled grin and returned a huge smile. But as I went to rise off, my stomach made that sucking sound again! He giggled, so I quickly rose up and down, squishah, squishah, squishah... and we broke out in laughter again. Then I slid back on his shins, leaned down and licked some of our cumm blend off his stomach.
"Those double barrels make quite a cumm cocktail!" I laughingly remarked then rolled over on my back beside him. He rose up on an elbow, leaned over and lapped up some of our boyblend off my tummy, smacked his lips and rubbed his saliva/spurt coated tummy.
He lifted my slimy cock, and watched a stringer stretch down from the pucker, “I’m gonna miss doing a duet with my best pet here. But, I’m so glad you have showed me how I can still single handedly make my woody happily settle down every morning from now on.” He swiped that stringer off and dropped it in his mouth, "Are we gonna do it some more today? It’s so great! I mean my very first time yesterday was just total and that later dry one was good too. And that Horny Boy Floyd sure is a cock teaser and he was great for that last time he was on mine!” He paused, “you think I wanna do it too much?”
I shook my head, grinning, “Nope! You're not unusual. I've done it up to seven or eight times in a day!" (Sound familiar? Lol) and he let out a sigh of relief as I picked at some of the flecks forming on his stomach, “And it looks like we better have a bit of a soaking to clean off this evidence, and maybe put some clothes on for a change?"
We were quickly learning the procedure as I swung his legs over the edge of the bed, squatted before him to get on my back and started walking him into the tub room. He chuckled in my ear, “Can I stay on here all day? Your back is so smooth and comfortable!” I chuckled along with him as I turned, lowered him onto the sill, left him facing away from the tub, slid the cover off and turned on the jets.
He waited for me to turn him around him and slide him in, but when I came back in front of him he was surprised when I announced, “Okay, now, squeeze your nose, you’re going in backwards buddy!” He laughed when I lifted his spindles, tossed him in on his back, and he went under, then came bubbling up laughing. He’s not as disadvantaged in the water because he can float, not walk, so he semi-waded/swam back over as I slid in, and we sat together on the underwater seat and relaxed a bit. He was so excited and happy, chatting away as he opened up even more to me, making me realize just how lonely he had been, held hostage on his wheelchair all his young life so far.
Of course we weren’t dirty enough for soap, but we did spend a bit of time rubbing each other under the water. And he sure giggled when I introduced him to his first a blowjob. What? Yes, by showing him how to pull himself up on the ledge far enough so that the jets could blast his cock silly. Ha ha…
We had some more fun splashing each other till we were waterlogged, so I pulled him up and swung him around on the edge of to dry him off and then he did me. I walked him back out to my room and just as I was about to drop him on the bed to get dressed, I stopped.
He was confused as I turned away from the bed and instead, backed him up to his wheelchair and squatted enough for him to drop into it this time. He didn’t let go, but over my shoulder he stumbled, “Bu… but I’m naked! I’ve never eaten without any clothes on!”
“Well, guess you better not spill the coffee then! And besides, I wanna keep an eye on your buddystick’s eye in case he tries to pops his head up and looks around.”
“Hah! And what are you gonna do if he sees yours then, peeking out its hoody and gets a whiff of him?” and he laughed as he slid back off me and onto the wheelchair.
I turned and flipped my hips at him, “Guess I’d just have to grab him by the throat and choke the cumm out of him!”
“Oh, goody goody!” he replied as he looked down at his and gave it couple swipes, “Hey dickhead, c’mon wake up and be a bonehead for a change!”
Gawd he was so much fun when he gets going. As we started in, he lagged back behind me, so I turned and gave him the questioning look.
“Hey! I just love your bare ass and that warm crack looks so good. Can I snuggle my dicky in and you pinch it between those bubbles of yours?”
I leaned over, spread my feet and my cheeks and when I puckered my pink rose, I looked over my shoulder, “And peekaboo to you too!’
That one was good for a three arm banger as he laughed and wheeled into the kitchen. He watched me fuss around as he kept up the banter, like when he was beside me and lifted my dick, “I’m so glad you showed me another way to make this thing work.” And another time, he ran his hand down my butt, and quipped, “I see why people say, ‘kiss my ass now’,” and he did it. He slid his hand around till he found my crack, then traced his finger down till he found my wrinkly rim, and pressed the tip against it. I made it pucker and he yanked his finger away, “Ahah! He was still peeking!” See what I mean? He never lets up! I love it.
I had taken the food out of the fridge and put it in the oven to be nuked, and while it was cooking, I set the table with the usual accessories. The lid on a new bottle of jam wouldn’t turn, so I looked at Winn and shook my head, “Darn, it’s always the same with these bloody things. I’ll have to put under the hot water and bang it with a knife like my mom does.”
Winnie huffed, “Then just give the bloody thing to me.” So I passed it over.
He held the jar in his fingers and just twisted the lid off without any effort then held it out to me and when I raised my eyebrows, he frowned, "What?"
"Well... jeez, like you made it look so easy!"
"Yeah, well it is, ‘I let my fingers do the walking’, so to say! You guys that walk on legs, spoil your fingers." Touché.
That gave me an idea. “K buddy. Wheel your bare ass over to the table.” and when he did, I sat down across from him, put my elbow on the table and held my hand up, “K now, let’s arm wrestle.”
“Okay, great! I’ve seen this on TV and always wanted to try it!” We locked hands and I put the pressure on and nothing happened. Then I put more on and still he didn’t budge, but then he just smiled, “K. I’m ready now, go ahead any time!” Biotch! I put my all in this time and he just swayed my arm back and forth like he was just waving his hand in the air then slammed it down on the table, no effort. Fuckin’ Biotch!!
When I whined, "Damn it, Dunk! I never had a chance! I've never wrestled anybody that strong!" he gave me a modest smile then teased, "Want to get a bottle to put your whine in?" Shit I just can’t win. Maybe I should stop calling him ‘Winn’, eh?”
So I scowled at him and held my hand out in a fist with just the middle finger pointing down and waved it, "Can you hear this?...No? ...Want me to turn it up?" and I grinned at him as I flipped him the bird.
I’ve never seen him this proud before. And I was so proud too as I held my hand up for a high five, and just as he started to do it, I lurched my hand back, “Hey, you’re not gonna break it are you?” and as expected, he fired back, “Nope! Well… not yet that is!” and we fived.
When we were finished our breakfast, he took his phone out, “Better phone home and make she’s there before I phone for Transit.” I chuckled to myself, if only his mother could see him now, naked and happy. “I’m not excited about visiting my cuz’s, it’s so boring… well especially… after what… well you know…” and looked at my drooper in front of his eyes.
He punched his number and became quite formal, “Oh hello mother… yes it was…no we cleaned up too… What? We don’t? K. Can I stay… let me converse with Bretton and see if I’m still welcome,” and he put his hand over the cell, “Our visit has been cancelled, think I could stay, I mean sleep over another night? Would your mom mind?”
I put my hands behind my head and wobbled my hips, smacking my softy on them, “For sure you can, although I don’t know if I can survive it… and as far as my mom goes, even your shit doesn’t stink!”
He tried to constrain himself as he went back on the phone, “Yes mother, it’s quite alright and Mrs. Martinique thinks I’m so nice and likes that cologne you gave me, it makes me smell so sweet… yes, he lets me sleep in the same thing as he does… yes we were up a lot, but he showed me how to sleep better… and shared some morning exercises with me… K. You too!”
He punched the air with his fist, then slipped his fingers under his slack monkey and bounced it up and down, “RIGHT ON!!! More exercising for my third!” I shook my head, “Well if it gets up and out of hand, I’ll just have to thrash it, but I dunno, I think I’ll be getting a lotta hand cramps though!”
After I put the stuff away, I dropped down on his bare lap in the chair and it startled him. I pinched his soft cock that was squished in my ass crack now, “Yo! I figger it’s ‘bout time for you take me back, and don’t let that big snuggler wake up and start to rise, cause I figger he’d likely lift me right off your friggin lap!” Triple arm slaps again as we headed back.
“K, now, we got the whole day ahead of us, so let’s say I grab our balls…” and he quickly dropped his hands down on his lap and looked terrified. I squinted at him, and then it hit me, “… K, you got me. Those are for later, the big ‘basket’ ball ones I mean, and we can head down to the park. They got a court with hoops. Have you ever been there?” Shit! I immediately resented that question.
He looked down, a little sad, “Uhh… no… well actually not anywhere much. My mom doesn’t drive and you are m…my only… and well first best friend!” When he looked up at me, his eyes looked a little glassy, so I stuck out my fist and said, “Hey, bud, then even more fun is just about ready to begin, and besides, I‘ve already more fun with you than anyone else. And also BTW biotch, you’re not just a BF, but my BFF.” Jeez his smile couldn’t have gotten any wider.
So I grabbed our two kits with the ‘bigger’ balls and hung them on his handles. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, and smiled, but when I tossed him the shorts, he frowned, and looked surprised, “Bu… but what about my legs?” I leaned over and touched his nose, “I love this…” and said the same when I touched his lips, traced his chest, bumped down his 6pack and stopped on his pink knob, “…and especially this…” and tapped it a couple more times, “…and I’m not interested in anything fucking thing lower, so put ‘em on and we’ll get the hell out of here! Oh, and no underwear, we’re swingers and besides, they would slow us down when we wanna party hardy.”
His brows arched as he smiled and started to work them on. It was a struggle and I wanted to help him, but I knew he wanted to be independent, and since he wasn’t paying any attention to me, I stretched out my time getting dressed so when he finished I was just finishing on mine too. I tossed him his team shirt, “Jeez that was fast!’ hope you can get out of them just as fast”
So, we finally were good to go and I shared his excitement of wheeling to the park with other people all around. I could see he was still a little nervous and self-conscious at first, but after a while he realized that people were just glancing at him, just like they were glancing at me. And I was really happy when a couple kids from our school actually gave him a wave. He was really looking around too, a bit overwhelmed by being in the scene and not looking out at it from the windows of the Transit for a change. It made me feel how fortunate legged people like you and I are as he discovered and experienced so many new things we take for granted. His excitement was contagious.
There were a few younger boys at one end of the court, so we went to the empty one at the other end, and started to loosen up by tossing his ball back and forth at each other, then bouncing it to each other. I could see he was really enjoying it too, and going at it with the determination that he has obviously learned in order to overcome his deficiency.
He moved on by himself, bouncing the ball on one side, then over to the other, back and forth. A bit of hot-dogging for fun. Then the spinning toss ahead, making it bounce back at him. And he soon forgot about me as he got into it and finally fired a shot that missed. It didn’t bother him though, he was judging the distance. After a couple, he started to drop them.
I saw two boys notice him as they were passing and came over, hands up for a 5, “Hey Dunk!” Winn looked surprised at his name and quickly turned, and smiled as they approached and put his hand up and fived them. “Jeez Dunk, you just did five in a row! You’re gonna get too good for our team and turn pro?” and Winn blushed when they added, ”Good work bro, and keep it up!” and moved on.
And, as could be expected, he went at it even harder. I was bouncing mine back and forth, then moved over beside him, made a shot and missed. Not on purpose either. He shook his head, so I tried to make another, and missed again. So he interrupted calmly, “I think if you aim a little higher above the basket, it’ll have a better chance of going in.”
Shit a kid in a wheelchair coaching me. So I did what he said, and the fucking thing went in! He didn’t goad it over me either, but just said, “Hey good one!” and spun the ball on his fingertip, then held it down in his lap, lifted it back behind his head, tossed it for a dunk. Biotch.
He hadn’t noticed the five younger boys from the other end come jogging up and stand behind him to watch, so when they yelled out, “Hey, awesome man!” he flinched and missed the ball I was throwing back to him. They came up around in front of him and knuckled him.
One skinny black kid shook his head, “Shit man, I could never do that sitting down and not even as many when I’m standing!” Another boy added, “That’s the shirt of the Red Devils isn’t it?” and Winn blushed a bit as he nodded, “You on the team?”
“Well I don’t play… I just kinda help a bit” he replied modestly, so I butted in, “Bullshit! You don’t ‘just’ help, because you ‘just’ improved my shot!”
The kid looked surprised, “Really? Can you give me some tips then?” and a smaller kid added, “Cool, can you show me how to spin the ball on my finger like you just did too?”
Gawd, Winn’s head was spinning almost as much as the ball had been. He looked at me for an answer, “Sure he can. We can cancel our rock concert tickets so he can work with you guys.”
They were as stunned as Winn was, so I paused, enjoying the moment, then, “Just kidding guys. He loves to do it, he’s good, and besides, I might pick up a few more pointers myself too.”
They were relieved as Winn proceeded on his first job as assistant coach and first lesson. I watched, even more proud of him for his dedication and determination. He would demonstrate the throw and where to aim like me and before long the black kid was up to about 50% of his shots and the shorter kid was walking around with my twirling ball on his finger!
The group started to break up and I suddenly realized over a couple hours had flown by and it was great to see his look of pride as they high fived him, “Dunk, dude, thanks!... You’re the best!... Gonna be back again?... Later Dunk!... “
Man, I thought his chest was gonna burst through his team shirt as he grinned at me, so I scowled at him, “Well Dunk, dude. Done for the day? Can I walk beside you, or do I have to stay three paces behind your majesty now while we go over and get a hotdog?”
He looked a little surprised then I put out my fist, “Well done dude! You’re the best!” We knuckled as he looked down at my eye level bulge beside him “No, I’ll only allow you beside me so I can keep an eye on your own hot hot Doggie,“ and he bumped on his, “oops, my interest is growing and I think it wants to go head to head with yours.”
I glanced down, “Sounds like a plan. Time for break then, get naked and relax back?”
He pressed down on his now, “Biotch! Don’t talk so loud, Doggie’s got big ears”
“He’s got big everything else. Better get going before he bursts through those shorts and starts peeking around.”
He punched the air with his fist and we walk/wheeled on our way.
We hadn’t gone far before we heard, “Hey! Winnie! Brett!” and saw Horny Boy Floyd waving, all excited as he came bounding over with a couple of friends, one a little shorter than Floyd with short black hair, and the other a little taller than me, a little older and thin, with long blond hair. Floyd's shorts bowing out as per usual.
We both were quite shocked, having just talked about him earlier.
"Wow! Hi guys! How are my favorite sausages this morning? Did you give them a good draining?" and giggled down at Winn’s swelling while doing a high five.
"Brett and Winnie, this here is Li’le Eddie..." Floyd said, pointing at the smaller boy, "...and this big geek is Lanky Lanny. Him and me was just getting ready to have Eddie whack us off to show him how to do it, he hasn’t see’d it done yet. ‘N when I saw you and Winnie I thought I would check and see if youse wanted to come over and they could see Winnie’s wicked wiener and they could see how much they can make it shoot. So how about it?" he asked, rubbing his little mound.
Wow! So much so fast! Winnie’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as he looked over at me, questioningly, an almost pleading look on his face, as his hand immediately dropped down in his lap. Manna from heaven…
I could read his mind and reactions now, hormones in total control, so I grinned at him, “Well I guess we could postpone that snack and relax back like we planned on. Two’s company, but three more’s an orgy, so let’s pecker party! I’m ready to drain the main vein, and it looks like you are too”
They were as excited as we were as we struck out. When Winnie started to roll, Lanky Lanny said, “Can I push you, I’ve never done it before?”
Winnie normally wouldn’t let anyone do it because he was challenged, not handicapped, but I could see some evidence in his shorts that was reflecting all this new interest. He replied, “Normally I don’t, I like the exercise, but I know how Floydy likes to ride on it sometimes, so if Li’le Eddie wants a ride on it now too, it would be extra weight so you could help by pushing us then.” Nice reply Winn, cool way to give Eddie a lap dance.
I think Floyd had discussed our ‘play’ quite a bit, because Eddie, who had been watching Win expectantly, quickly scampered over, paused, looked down at Win’s lap, crawled up and sat down, grinning as he wiggled his tight little ass to settle on it. Winn’s grin matched his.
So we headed out, the four Musketeers, three muskets loaded and ready to fire, with one cadet still training and another trying out for firing.
Floyd went to one side of the wheelchair, grinning and skipping away, so I took the other side figuring he and Winn were in cahoots, because he frowned, “When I’d ride on it Li’le Eddie, there was a lump or something I had to adjust, is it still there?”
Cute Li’le Eddie had been waiting, obviously coached by the Horny Boy, and he leaned over on one cheek, reached under and giggled as his arm worked away, checking for lumps. He found it then tittered as he squeezed away, then let go and wiggled his little ass down on it as he lay back so his head was on Winn’s shoulder.
Winnie leaned over his shoulder and looked down at Eddie’s tent which pupped up a lot like Floyd’s, smiling deviously, then reached around and clutched it, “Oh boy, a joystick to steer us! You tell Lanny Eddie!”
We all chuckled as Winn bent it slightly to the right and Eddie said, “Right!” Lanny complied and started making motor noises as Eddie kept relaying the instructions that Winn was making with his boner, “Left… right… back… forward!” They were all having a ball, especially Winnie, who loved to be one of a group, or more importantly the center of it, and of course, there was that new hard boymeat in his hand too.
When we reached Floydy’s house, I was glad there were only two steps up the porch, so Eddie jumped off, turned and looked down at the bulge, “Shit is that what I was sittin’ on, it coulda kilt me!” and used that as an excuse to pinch his way down the length of it, with no complaints from Winnie.
Floydy added, “Yeah I thought the fuckin’ thing was gonna too on my first ride, but it turns out to be big, but friendly, snake! You’ll see!” and Winnie banged on his chair arms as he looked at the matching tents in the two boys laughing with him.
When I went to take the handles of the wheelchair from Lanky Lanny, he frowned, so I told him, “I was gonna bounce him up the stairs.”
He grinned, and in his slow kinda drawl stated, “Hell, this time Winnie boy is my ride all the way, so I wanna take my new bud all the way now too,” then looked at him, “right Winnie buddy?”
He couldn’t have said anything better to him and I could see his eyes water slightly as he held his fist out, “Right Lanny…Buddy!”
Lanny turned the chair away from the steps and bumped it up them, spun him around as Floyd swung the door open for us and we entered. He informed us, “Oh yeah, my mom’s out for the day, so we have the run of the house” and we followed him down the hall to his room.
He looked around at our crotches as he squeezed his joint a few times, then turned to Li’le Eddie who was quite nervous and as he wristed his, “K! Now, it feels like I’m in pecker party mode already. Since it’s your cumming out party, lemme check if you are, then you check me, then do the rest to make sure they are.”
Eddie was still a little shy, and flinched at first when Floyd gave his a pinch, but when Floydy exclaimed, “Wow!” and squeezed on it some more, “It sure feels you are getting to be a real party animal already too! C’mon, check me now!”
Good move again Floydy. Eddie didn’t hesitate now as they both enjoyed checking, or rather feeling each other up, fingers doing the walking. Of course it took as series of pinches to try imagine what was cloaked inside the lumps.
I thought it was a great way to stay horny rather than just rip off our clothes immediately. I mean, have you ever been walking down the street, bulge surfing, when you see this cute young little blondie with cutoffs that look like they were painted on and have a couple pounds of meat stuffed down the pantleg? You just want to walk up to him, arms down, look into his blue eyes, move a hand forward and just stand there, squeezing, squeezing as you stare into those eyes…? Weird…
So we started some package checking, and everyone quickly got into it, tittering and squishing away on each other’s joints, and trying different ways. Like Lanny and Floydy standing beside the arms of Winnie’s chair so he could feel them both up, while Li’le Eddie squatted down in front really squishing the mystery down Winn’s pant leg at the same time. Sizing up two cock bulges while you are being felt up is a great warm up for the eventual unveiling. Ever try it? Of course Floydy, Winn and I had already ‘sized’ many times, so had fun ‘sizing’ up Lanky and Li’le Eddie and our bulges sure made them real curious and real ready now.
When he finished, Eddie started anxiously rocking from foot to foot, so Floydy asked, “Well Eddie bud, is everybody ready?”, he quickly nodded and giggled as he stretched out his own tent now. “K then, better get me into my party outfit first then you can do the others.” Eddie was a bit confused till Floyd held his arms up and bent over. Eddie clicked and reached down for the bottom of the t-shirt and pulled it off. Floydy put his hands on his waist, and nodded, so Eddie started wiggling the shorts down, chuckling at the smooth pubes and raising his brow when a couple inches of thin white shaft pressed out against the band.
Eddie chortled away as gave them a final yank down and the familiar 4 ½ er flipped up. Eddie smiled down at it as Floyd did a dialogue while he demonstrated the ‘check out’ routine. He pinched it, “You first gotta check how thick it is and how hard too,” then he pushed it down with his thumb and let it flip back up, “and check it for sproing. And then if it’s got a hoody, slide it back, then last, check the basket for size and number of balls in it, K?”
Eddie nodded anxiously and enjoyed reviewing the checklist on Floydy’s boner, checking all the requirements. Then, when Floydy continued, “Now I better get you ready!” I thought Ed might still be a little shy and a bit hesitant, but instead he grinned, tossed his arms up, and bent over so he was eye level with Floydy’s twitching dick. Then I thought, what kid wouldn’t want his clothes ripped off after he had stripped another kid and played with his hard dick with its shiny dickhead just a matter of inches before him now, right? Wouldn’t you? C’mon… got yours out now?
Floydy yanked the shirt off and tossed it aside, then knelt and started wiggling the shorts down and was surprised when the waistband slid off a couple curlies. He paused and pulled on a couple of them, “Fuck! Gots some curlies already and youse only a little older. Let’s see the rest!” and he gave the shorts a quick yank down. When the cock bounced up and fluttered, he smiled his approval when he grasped it to contain its excitement and looked up at Eddie who just smiled down and put his hands on his hips.
Floydy went down the check list, “Hmm… nice and hard…thicker’n mine, maybe a little longer and curves back…” then squeezed the large flesh node with its short pucker, a bit of pink knob showing in it, ”… oh, oh, got the eye on me” and he unfurled it, and a long tapered beauty tip slithered out. Eddie flinched when Floydy pinched it, “Definitely gots me beat! Nice and shiny too and it blinked when I pinched him!” Eddie was feeling pretty proud, but even more so when his balls in the dangling sack were rolled, ”Shit Eddie, youse got some mean squirt in these big beauts! Gonna be a big blast for sure!”
And by the way Winn was pressing down on his lap, he was in total agreement.
Floydy came over to me, and knowing how much he liked stripping me and Winn, squeezed my hard crotch, then looked at the other two, “Feels like he’s good’n ready, so he’s next. Get his fuckhead out and give it a good checking too and see whatcha think.” He stepped away, then looked at Lanny who was rubbing his shorts, “Hey Lank! You ain’t bin checked out yet, but how be you help Li’le Ed there handle the snake ‘case it tries to bite.” Kids have the greatest imagination and don’t you just love their exaggerations of a lot of things?
Eddie had quickly gone from that original mixture of feelings, shy, modest and curious, to one of bone hard horny. And was not fazed in the least by the blipping bone that reflected his state as he squeezed mine and joined in giggled with Lanky who added a helping hand. They started working my waistband down over my pubes, down along the straining muscle, where it paused slightly on the larger node, then my hard cock sproinged off it all the way making Eddie’s brows rise as he watched it vibrate.
Floydy was enjoying our checkout, smiling, hands on his hips, his pink tipped spear jouncing and small baggy tightening.
Lanky was ball handler while Eddie checked the dimensions, the hoody, did a double sproing test, then nodded agreement. They happily changed the subjects in their hands and Jesus, bet you sure can imagine how you would feel with naked boned up boys playing with your throbbing cock and aching balls, eh?
Eddie wrapped his fist around it, “It’s so nice and big!”
I giggled as I jounced it, “Yeah, but my hardon is so big, I don’t think I have enough skin left to close my eyes!” and held my eyes wide open.
That brought some chuckles as our pecker party organizer pulled on his dick again and pointed at Winn, “Get that fuckhead out to, but keep your eye on it, it’s like a giant cobra, and it slapped me once’t already”
When I went over in front of Winnie, I put my feet on his as the others watched, a little curious. I stuck my arms out and braced myself when he grabbed them, and I held firm as he pulled himself up. His being stronger, meant all I had to do was lean back till he was standing upright. The others were a bit impressed, pulling on themselves, as they saw him standing for the first time. I think Winn was pretty proud too.
Lanny took the wheeler away and Winn and I had it down to a science. I took my feet off his and put a hand on him to keep him steady. When Lanky moved to help, I silently shook my head . I moved behind Winn and had him lean one way, which took his weight off the other foot, so I slid mine under it and repeated it for the other one. Then he would take his weight off one side again so I could lift it and take a step, then repeat it so I could duck walk him over to the bed and facing away by about a foot.
I was almost ready to drop him on it, but realized he had never been stripped standing up, and knew he wanted to do as many things as us ‘leggies’ do. So I held his hips under his shirt and told him to hold his arms up. When Lanky stripped the shirt off, they were impressed with his build, and had him do a bicep prose. Winn was enjoying the attention and praise they were expressing as they ran their hands and fingers over his biceps, chest and 6pack. His cock looked like it was gonna burst out his shorts like in my dream the other night.
Floydy was standing beside him and reached down and squeezed down the snake that was pushing out the pant leg, and said, “Fuck! I think it’s waking up, you guys better check it, it may be alive though.” Winnie blushed slightly, and I don’t think it was shyness but excitement!
Lanny’s was struggling for air too, whereas Floydy’s, Eddie’s and mine now were happily bouncing in their freedom. And when Floyd said, ”K, now, bare that fuckin’ beast!” they didn’t need to be told twice.
I could see how proud he was to not only be standing, but was finally feeling pretty important at being the centre of attention. It was his show now and I was anxious to see their expressions when they opened his party favor.
When Lanny moved in front of Winn, Eddie anxiously joined him and stared down at the straining cloth. They enjoyed draggin this unveiling out, like a couple kids with a Christmas gift, guessing what was inside the wrapping, giggling as they took turns, palming, rubbing and squeezing it. Although Winn was loving it, I could tell it was also driving him and his nuts fucking crazy too.
And much to Winn’s relief, they finally finished the guessing game and nodded at each other. They each took their side, grabbed the elastic waistband and started to peel it down. They were halfway to the pubes when Lanky noted, “He don’t have no gaunchies. Real swinger!” And when they uncovered those pubes, and he remarked again, “Dun got no curlies to play with yet.” he was reminding me of a fashion show announcer. They both fingered around on it, then continued the journey down, only to pause when they saw the wide base and an inch or so of its thick stem.
“Whoa!” Lanky exclaimed, “That be lookin’ mighty big wid a neck like that!” and they both pinched it a couple times and nodded to verify it.
And there eyes widened as the neck arched out past the scar till the waistband caught on the big flare. Lanky gave it a hard yank down and when it snapped off the flare, the big knob flipped up, smacked back against his lower belly, then remained straight up, humming. Lanky jumped back in mock fear, looking shocked with his open palms up for protection.
Everyone paused for a moment, then I doubled over, laughing, my hardon fluttering away as the others joined in. Winnie’s big bone was bouncing all over too, so Lanny snuck up and grabbed it, “Wow, that was close! Damn thing is getting out of control. Jeez you were right, it is a monster, check it out Ed”
Eddie had been absently three finger stroking his own boner and rolling his balls when it happened so he quickly let go of all his equipment and wrapped his fist around it, thumb pointing up and against the flare, “Wow, he’s got a pretty thick neck,” then rubbed his thumb back and forth on that round ridge, making Winn flinch, and tittered, “I like his big helmet!”
“Get those shorts off him, get him all naked!” Floydy commanded. I stepped aside and gave Winn’s chest a slight push and he fell onto his back, laughing, his cock waving away. Eddie kept staring as they reached down, grabbed Winn’s feet that were bundled in his shorts, lifted them and worked the shorts off. The large muscles on his upper body ha d contrasted his withered limbs, but now his quaking joystick contrasted them even.
Winnie sat up on the edge of the bed so Eddie and me stood on either side of him, our arms crossed over our chests, our trio of boners waving, and stared at Lanny’s bulging shorts.
Floydy pulled on his boner, “K Lanny. Guess you’re the only one not checked, so we’ll have our new bud Winn unwrap your treat. Take your shirt off and step up to the inspector.”
I was real glad to see Winnie being so happy and that he was no longer self-conscious about his withered limbs. But of course his excited erection was definitely a distraction. The boys liked him for what he was and what he had and not what he didn’t have.
Lanky Lanny was tenting up big time when he stepped up to the plate and put his hands on his hips. He was the tallest of us and thin, no, actually skinny, his ribs showing under his very white skin, stomach slightly caved in. Winnie leaned forward, his eyes sparkling, his boner blipping as he did the test squeeze down the pant leg and back up.
Winn started working the shorts down and when he bared the pubes, he paused and grinned as he pulled on a couple of the curlies in the forming bush. That of course was of great interest to us, being a little jealous as you may remember, when you finally had some curlies and were now like the ‘big boys’?
The journey down the staining fuck muscle seemed as long as the one down Winnie’s, but it was a little thinner with ribs visible down the sides and was very white. Winn’s brow rose when a familiar jagged scar appeared. And again, like the others, the waistband caught on the knob for a moment, then slid off, and we had another sproinger! The Lanky nic was now obvious.
The dry knob was not pointed but more like a pink helmet atop the thin 6+ mace that curved back to his belly, with that small nest of curlies at the base and his smaller balls dangling in a tight bag.
Lanny flinched when Winn reached over and ran his fingertip on the knob and chuckled, “We’re ‘bald bros’!” his own boner flickering when he pinched the helmet’s rim.
Floyd, as always, liked attention, but he was so funny, everyone loving him for it. “Okay, now that all fuckheads have been checked, it’s time to put them to work.” He looked at Eddie, "Now I'll show you how to fuckin’ whack yourself off” and we all turned to him and sat down on the bed so we could all watch his jerk demo.
He assumed the classic toss position, feet spread, knees bent, and leaning over slightly. He wrapped his fist around his needle cock and started to pump as he squeezed and tugged on his nuts while describing how to do it, "You can wrap your whole fist and thumb around it like this and jerk, or four fingers like this around it with your thumb up so it rubs the edge of your knob. Lanky likes it because his edge sticks out a lot. My dink is so skinny, I started with it just between my thumb and a finger, then between thumb and three fingers like this, or whatever feels good.” You remember the one that was your favorite?
“My cousin wrapped his fist over the top, so his thumb pointed to his hairs, and pulled ‘out’ like this. But shit his boner stuck straight out, not up like me.”
He took a quick look around, “Like all of yours stick up and not out too. Also I like to rub my chest and stomach with the other hand, or for a change pull my balls, even though they are not loaded yet, K? "
He was quite a proud of his demonstration and stretched his skin out, “Any questions?” and Eddie was wide eyed, pulling on his as he shook his head.
“Good. I better finish now, I’m fuckin’ half way there already. You’ll see what it’s like, I just don’t squirt yet Eddie bro, the others will squirt for you to see.”
Because Floydy can’t yet, he can have his dry cumms like about every half hour it seems, and I imagine he does because he loves it so much. Also I don’t think anyone else wants to do him, because it could be dangerous, you know, like when you’re pullin’ his dick and he’s on the other end of it thrashing and hopping around so much. Lol
Eddie was intrigued, pulling on himself, and staring as Floyd continued on with his flopping around wonder whacking demonstration that was speeding up a lot faster now. Head back and forth, ball tug, up on his toes, stomach rub, crouch over, lip chew, then straighten up, hips forward, freeze. Then his bare ass cheeks pinch in a dry cumm finale of a shiver/shudder/ jaw/ drop/ gasp-choking, “EeeaauuuhhhAAAHHGGH!!!”
Eddie looked around at us, confused, maybe a little scared, so Horny Boy gasped… ”It may look… weird but it’s fuc... totally awesome! You’ll see. I…I would like to whack you off, but I’m a little ‘beat’ so to say. Let Winnie do the honors”
Eddie nodded, still a little unsure, but smiled as he moved closer to Winnie, his cock about a foot in front of Winn’s face. Boy I could see the lust in Winn’s eyes now too. They both seemed to be getting along or maybe more like getting off on each other too.
As Winn started to wrap his fist around it, Floydy screeched out, “I got spurt! I fuckin’ squirted!”
He had his skin back and his knob was gooey, and he when he swiped a finger on it and tasted it, he nodded confirmation. He held it down for us to sample and we all did, except Eddie. We all nodded but said nothing to Ed because it was so new to him, not sure what we were talking about yet.
Floydy danced around, his wilting cock leaking a tiny stringer out his pucker, which he snatched off, “Fuckin’ Squirt! Fuckin’ Squirt!”
Meanwhile, back at Eddie’s joint, Winn had his fist now clamped over it, his thumb beside the knob, pointing at his face and was starting to pull up on it as he reached up and rolled the rather big pink sac o’ nuts. He was happy, so close too, for like a 4 – 6” away, cock’s eye view.
We were watching the work in progress when Lanny chuckled and moved behind Eddie. He reached around, so Winn took his hand off Eddie’s balls and Lanny took over, fondling them as he rocked the underside of his long hard cock up and down the crack in Eddie’s tight little ass. “Jeez you balls in my hand feel good and full Eddie!” Eddie fired back, “And your dick feels good and hard in my ass too!” So Winn added, “Yeah and your dick is good and thick in my fist too Eddie!” Boy li’le Eddie was really glowing now, feeling quite important from all the attention.
But his body was also glowing from the virginal flow of orgasmic hormones that started flooding his naked body. His eyes slowly closed half way as a dreamy smile formed on his face then he suddenly started up, looking surprised, eyes wide, his jaw dropping, his knees weakening. Lanny pulled himself tighter against the naked back so his balls now squished in Eddie’s ass crack too, and tugged on Eddie’s loaded nads, as if he was loosening up the virgin cumm shots in them.
Winn recognized the cumm symptoms and squeezed harder and faster, leaning in for a closer look at someone else’s virgin swirl, “It gonna feel like you have to take a mean piss Eddie, but just let it go, believe me, you’ve never had a piss like the one you’re gonna have now!” and Winnie’s jaw dropped as he concentrated more on priming the pump faster.
And it was a good thing Lanny was holding Eddie because his virgin jitterbug juicin’ was really intense and all over the place as he gasp/gagged/squealed, “uuh...uuh... aggghh... aaggHHH... AGGEEEUUHHH!!” and pinched his ass cheeks on Lanny’s cock.
A strong streamer of virgin boy cocksauce spiraled out his knob and into Winn’s open mouth, startling him! But he closed his mouth too soon in reaction, and since he wasn’t holding the spitting cockhead too steady, one more smaller stringer of virgin spunk swirled onto his face!
It really broke everyone up as Eddie melted in Lanny’s arms, grinning with satisfaction, eyes half closed, Winn still holding the offending cock that was wilting, still burping out a few more burples of virgin cream.
To everyone’s surprise, Winn wiped some cumm off his face, licked his lips then snapped them over the leaker pecker and sucked, his own boner really singing now! Whoa!
Eddie almost lurched off Lanny’s naked front as he grasped Winn’s head. Winnie quickly pulled off and looked around rather sheepishly as he licked his lips and wiped a little more off his face.
Apologetically he explained, “I... I’m sorry, it kinda caught me by surprise when it went into my mouth, and I… like the of taste mine and just, like I dunno… reacted, wondering what his was like, that’s all... and especially if his first one was like mine…”
Winn dropped his head down as Eddie wiped some of the virgin cumm off his own knob, tasted it and smiled as he shrugged. So Lanny piped up, and added, “Shoot, I eat mine all the time. I jes never told no one. I like it too.” then bent down and gave Eddie’s knob a suck.
My turn to fess up, “Yeah me too Winn. I...I like to taste mine too, was just a little hesitant about doin’ it or even telling you.” and I gave it a suck too. There actually wasn’t dickydoo left on or in it, but the feel of a cock in my mouth for the first time… well, you know, right? I was suddenly hooked and anxious to feel a hot streamer surge down my tongue for the first time.
Floydy chipped in, “Hey! Count me in too! I’m gonna be tastin’ my own now that I can fuckin’ squirt” and peeled back his hoody with a dribble in the pink lips and cleaned it off with his finger and licked it off, grinning proudly.
Eddie piped up, ”Can I taste yours too Floydy?” and when he nodded, Eddie turned, leaned down, grabbed it at the base between his thumb and forefinger, bent it down a bit, slid his slips over it, and gave it a suck. He paused, then sucked some more, making Floydy buckle and grab his head. You know how sensitive your ol’ red tippy is after an awesome toss, K? Eddy straightened and smiled as he licked his lips.
I could see some trending developing here. Eddie had been staring at Winn’s cock a lot, so I suggested, “Hey Eddie, why don’t you help whack off Winnie now, I do him all the time. He can just lay back on the bed now and we can all taste his spurt after too.”
So Winnie lay back on his elbows to watch, completely naked, his spindly legs hanging over the edge with Eddie kneeling on one side, and Floyd now kneeling on the other, “I've whacked this big cock off a lot, now I wanna taste its spurt.”
Eddie’s little fist really went to work on Winn’s big cock, almost like a pro’s, or maybe it’s just a human reaction, lol. Floyd was ball boy first in this game and Ed giggled when Floydy joined him on the bat and they both wrapped a fist around it.
After a couple of double fisted strokes, Eddie, in his virgin innocence, looked up at Winn, “I liked the feel when you sucked on my dick, and the taste of my first squirt. Can I suck on yours to see what it’s like when it shoots out now, and see if it tastes like mine?” Live squirts, not swipes?
Dead silence. We looked around at each other, all of us having heard about cocksucking and stuff like that, like it was bad. But we were curious now with our growing obsession with cocks and the various things that can be done to excite us. And here was li’le Eddie, losing his virginity and having that first cumm at the hands of others no less and now wanting to introduce us, his handlers, and hardened tossers, to the art of sucking a cock! Mouthy little bugger, eh?
It took Winn about a micro second to nod rapidly. Eddie beamed down at the cockhead on the thick muscle in his fist, holding his lips wide open as he slowly moved them over the bulbous prize…
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End of Chapter Four
TBC: The taste tests are a mouthwatering success. Winnie gets tough, and after a fun detour to some changerooms, enjoys more tubbin’, his legs just a mere inconvenience now. Horny Boy Floydy is smitten with Winn’s new visiting and challenged friend who surprises the growing gang of groping groupies.
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