Challenged
Chapter 06
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:
… Winn was shaking his head, “Thank goodness he never changes. So much fun and I have a feeling Stanley will like him, he’s a little shy at first, but when someone makes him comfortable, he is really funny. And maybe…”
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… Horny Boy Floydy made it in record time, fueled by high octane hormones now and let himself in as usual. I yelled at him to leave the door open and he came flying through, pulling on his crotch. We were playing video games and I handed my controller for him to play Winnie because he didn’t have one of his own at home.
And I also loved watching him play because of the way he acted too as you could well expect. Like standing up with the controller, bending sideways, tossing his head back, biting his lips along with a dialogue to explain the moves, “FUCK!...not now bitch... Christ!... Dumb shit!... I’ll get you dickhead!”
When I heard a car in the driveway, I waved the guys out and when Floyd went to push Winn, Winn gave him the ‘look’, that look he gives when he doesn’t want to be pushed. So Floyd just giggled and quickly went around him, plopped down on his lap and threw his arm ahead, “Forward ho, biotch!”
Winn and I laughed, then he jerked, “Ouch!” then he turned around, “Your fuckin’ prick pricks!” and we just shook our heads. He never stops. Stanley’s mom was helping him out, her back to us, but Stanley was looking over her and when he saw Winn, a broad grin spread over his face.
Boy was he ever a charmer too, and when Floyd’s eyes locked on his, I was surprised that he went speechless for the first time I could ever remember. Floydy slowly got off Winn’s lap and the two just stared at each other, Stanley blushing slightly and Floydy actually looked a little shy for the first time ever too as we headed down to the car.
Again I was surprised how polite Floyd was to Stanley’s mom as she helped Stanley onto his crutches. I could see Floyd’s interest in them as they were the single long rod type that has the handles sticking out front about waist height, and above them were kinda split tubes that his forearms would fit in so he could control them better and move fast I bet. It also had a neat bottle holder under the one handle bar.
“Hey Stanley, I…I’m Floyd but you can all me Floydy!” then smiled as he stuck his fist out and immediately regretted it. Stanley didn’t miss a beat as he put his weight on one crutch, stuck the other one straight out and chuckled. Floyd tittered back and bumped the fist that was holding the handle of the crutch as Stanley replied, “Well I’m Stanley but you can call me Manly!”
Touché! Well that sure caught Floydy off-guard too. He paused, caught onto the quip then broke up, along with the rest of us, even Winn who was banging on his chair arm. But they held their gaze at each other a little longer, and I shook my head at the change I noticed for the first time in Floydy.
His mother chuckled and I think she was impressed with the way her son was relating to us, “Well it seems like Stanley is enjoying your company already,” then turned to me and quietly said, “and I really appreciate it too, he is kinda down, being alone again. He doesn’t get many invites you know. I think he and Floyd, or Floydy are hitting it off already. Thanks!”
She turned and embarrassed Manly by giving him a kiss on the cheek which he wiped off, so Floydy went over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “And I thank you, Manly’s mom, for bringing me, I mean bringing us a new friend!”She wasn’t the only one shocked, and she blushed too and got in her car, “See you tomorrow dea... Manly. I’ll call. Have fun!” then pulled away.
Stan looked at Winn, glowing, “Hey Winfred, great to see you again, and so glad you invited me over, this should be fun, I’ve never been to a sleepover before...” then he paused...”oh poop! I forgot my bag with PJ’s and stuff!”
Floyd put his arm over his shoulder, “Not to worry bud, I have an extra pair of what I’ll be wearing tonight.” and he turned and winked at us. He was grinning as we headed to the stairs and he seemed to drag his left leg which was fairly useless and the other one was not 100% either.
Floyd ignored his leg like he had originally done with Winn’s legs, but said, “Hey those sticks are pretty rad, I’ll have to try them on sometime!”
We walked with him to the steps, then Floyd looked at him and said, “Shit, hop on my back. I like doing it piggyback. I’ve done it with Winn a few times so I don’t want him to think I’m his private bitch.” And Floyd noticed Stan flinching a bit at the swearing.
Winn was at the top and laughed down at us, “Don’t mind his tongue Sta.. Manly, we‘ve run out of soap to wash it with! And he wants to carry you because he’s too weak and I’m heavy for him!”
He was startled a bit at first, then started enjoying the banter, loosening up and handed me his sticks. Floyd squatted and Stan laid on his back then Floyd stood, reached back for Stan’s legs, wrapped his hands under Stan’s knees and lifted them to his side. Stanley was loving it and getting into the mood as he said into Floyd’s ear, “Hi Ho! Giddy up!” and he joined us laughing as Floydy started up the stairs.
As expected, Floydy stopped, “Hey what’s that poking me in the back?”
I got a little uncomfortable at that remark, and glanced over at Winn, then at Stan who looked confused. But holy shit, Stan really surprised all of us when he grinned, jerked his hips against Floydy’s back, and retorted, “It’s my bloody whip, I gotta poke you with something for you to giddyup some more!” Now that really caught Floydy off guard, and he actually choked a bit on it, and when Stan jerked again, Floyd hee hawed and bounced up the last two steps.
At the top, Floyd stopped and Stan stuck his fist down and bumped Winn, “Thanks for inviting me Winfred, this is so really great!” then he ran the hand down Floyd’s hair like it was a mane, “And I like the ride you provided for me. He’s so… comfortable...” then bumped his hips and Floydy actually blushed! He looked down at Winnie’s bare legs, “you... you just have shorts on, I... I’ve never seen your legs before.”
“Yeah, I don’t give a sh…darn anymore. If anyone doesn’t like them they don’t have to look. And these prickheads said I should put a bag on my ugly head rather than pants on my legs. Oh, and by the way, they call me Winn or Winnie here. At least to my face that is.” And we laughed along with him but then even harder when Floydy let go of one leg and did an air toss with it. Floydy turned his head sideways and politely said, “Well since you find me so comfortable it would be my pleasure to have you stay on and ride me down to the den.” This is Floydy talking? “But if you are not nice to me… I’ll buck you! So just let me know when you are ready!” Now that’s our Floydy and he grinned as Stan jerked his hips against his back a couple times.
He broke into a bit of a trot so that Stan jiggled on his back more and turned his head a little, “We can play some games too. Brett has an Xbox with Kinect. You play?”
“Holy poop! I don’t have one and have always wanted to try! ”
Floydy snorted, “Jeez, you must be excited, I just felt another prick on my back!”
He put his chin on Floyd’s shoulder and said quietly into his ear, “You are so funny Floydy, I really like you.” then gave a friendly poked with his hips against Floyd.
Floyd actually blushed again as we headed to the rec room. He went back into his giddy-up trot and I was carrying the sticks while Winn rolled away and he looked up at me with his brows raised, so I shrugged and nodded confirmation.
When we went into the room, Floyd went over to sofa, turned away from it, bent his knees and lowered down, “Last stop! All gamers dismount and get ready for battle!”
Stan let go and fell back on the sofa laughing and Floyd moved over and dropped down beside him. I noticed his side was right against Stan’s whose beaming smile was so bright that even if I had a camera to take a pic of him, I think it was too bright and would be overexposed.
Winn and I sat together at the other end as Floyd doted on Stan, showing him how to use the controller and he was a quick learner. He soon was not only up to speed, but he and Floyd were winning more than us!
We had lost sense of all time, and Stan was almost dizzy from the excitement. I looked at the clock, “Jeez, I’m hungry, anybody else?”
Floyd rubbed his stomach, “Fu… heck yeah! I could eat the asshole out of a skunk and use the shi… poop for toothpaste! How ‘bout you Manly?”
He was doubled over laughing, then caught his breath, “Ye...yeah I am... but not sure, better lose the poo… shit!” and punched Floyd’s shoulder who then reached over and tickled him. I could see Stan was quickly coming under the influence of Floydy, enjoying each other.
Floyd got up and turned to Stan and put out his hand, and Stan shook his head, “Give me my sticks please.” asserting his independence which Floyd picked up on, “Oh sure. Cool. I wanna see how you use them.” and handed them to him.
Floyd was obviously impressed when Stan held them up, leaned forward and pulled himself up on them, then locked his forearms in and grasped the handles. Like Winn, he obviously had well developed arm muscles.
“I’d better use the washroom first” he said and Floyd went over and opened the door for him watching closely to see how he worked the sticks.
When he was done, Floyd went in, then Winn said he had to and gave me the ‘look’ so I stood before him and put out my hands. Stan leaned on his sticks, watching curiously as I stepped on his toes and pulled him upright, held him and I went around behind then duckwalked him in, leaving the door ajar.
Stan was still by the doorway, eyes wide and quite impressed as we passed him to the toilet and watched Winn giggling and put his hands down by his side so Stan could see them. I put my arms around them, trying to make it obvious I was doing his job, and making sure my elbow shook good as I shook him and he stifled a laugh as I left the fly down, turned and headed out.
Floyd caught on, “Hey your fly’s not done up!”
When Winn looked down in surprise, I reached around him and pulled it up, and Stan’s jaw dropped a bit, “Di... did you... like kinda like help him out?”
Winn grinned, “Why sure! He’s my best friend! Always willing to give me a helping hand and he gives me a good shake too!”
We chuckled and he giggled, dropping his head, then glanced up at his new friend Floydy, a little uncomfortable, and Floyd grinned back as he shrugged. I had a pretty good idea something was beginning to develop between them.
Winn said he didn’t want to bother with the chair now so I started to duckwalk him, Stan on his sticks, ahead of us chatting away with Floyd and obviously already flying high being in a group of new friends. His one leg seemed useless, he would take a step with the good one then drag it up beside it. He was conscious of holding us up and Floyd caught on, so he walked slowly as he entertained his new friend.
We sat them on chairs at the table, Floyd beside Stan, and he couldn’t do enough for him but trying to not make it obvious either.
Man, he and Winn sure could out eat us, as the demolished every plate I put on the table as we chatted and carried on like teens do. Manly and Floydy were so involved with their heads tilted to each other and talking softly that we felt a little left out.
But finally, the moment everyone was waiting for, especially Floyd who could no longer contain himself. He rose up, rubbed his tummy, and stretched, “That was an awesome feast Bretty. I feel like a soaking in the Jacuzzi. Anyone else?”
We all nodded except Stan, “What’s a Jacuzzi?”
Floyd went on, “It’s a hot tub, you know, you sit in it and it bubbles all around.”
‘Oh cool! I’ve seen them and always wondered what they were like. I’d love to try it... oh I don’t have a suit either, do you have one that will fit me?”
I could see Floyd get anxious, happy that he wanted to try it, but said kinda regretfully, “Well you don’t actually wear them in a hot tub.”
We were expecting some hesitancy, but super surprise number two as he answered, “No? Naked? Wow, that’s even more funner!”
He looked around at us a little confused as we were a little shell shocked, stunned to silence, and Floyd the most flabbergasted, jaw down. Floydy broke the trance and suddenly shook his head as he grinned, “”Yeah it is, you’ll love it” and I thought to myself, but not as much as Floyd will.
“Floydy, you wanna walk me like Brett does with Winnie? Looks like fun.”
“Hey sure Manly, anything for a friend” and he put out his hands so Stan could pull himself up. He turned him, got his feet under Stan’s and had him lean back and started ducking him.
Stan was enjoying it, then giggled, “Yo Floydy! Now I’m being pricked by a prick!”
That got the gang going as we approached the tub. I turned Winn around and sat him on the edge and while I was taking the tub top off and turning on the jets he pulled off his shirt.
Floyd had done the same with Stan and I was surprised that although his was thin, his upper body was quite sinewy from using the crutches to walk and was waiting, not knowing what to do.
I realized what to do and looked at Floyd then at Winn as I pulled off my shirt, tossed it, and chuckled, “We like to undress each other, it’s fun, right Winn? You don’t mind do you Stan?”
He quickly pressed his crotch and giggled, “Oh no, that could be funner too.” I stepped up to Winn and Floyd did the same to Stan who was watching Winn closely. He undid my shorts and dropped them and my briefs in one swoop, and I stepped out of them, pulling my dick.
Stan’s brow raised, “Boy you got a big dick!” then squeezed his joint and giggled, “I’m getting a boner.”
That made everyone more comfortable and I didn’t fight mine anymore as he undid Floyd’s and started them down and when the waistband of his briefs slipped off his dink, it flipped up too.
Stan jerked his head back, looking surprised, “Wow you got a boner too! And it’s big” then reached over and pressed it down and laughed when it sprang up again and Floydy made it bob, “You got it all excited now, it wants you to get naked too”
He nodded quickly, undid his pants and Floyd levered him up, had him put his hands on his shoulders for balance then kneltand pulled them down and they bundled at Stan’s feet. The one leg was quite withered with the other shoe twisted slightly to the side.
His face was only inches from Stan’s boner and he was giggling as he bobbed it as Floyd smiled up at him and I could see he was hungry. He pressed it down, making it flip too, then he rose up, Stan’s hands on his shoulders and smiled at each other, then had him sit down again. He pulled the shoes off, the other on the bad leg a bit knurled. I could see the relief in Stan’s eyes when Floyd neither mentioned it nor batted an eye. Of course then you know where his attention was directed.
It was big for a little guy, thin, but a little longer than Floyd’s, big balls though, and surprisingly, a dozen curlies and the large nodule under the tip skin sure looked like a tasty treat for Ol’ Horny Boy Floyd.
I had Winn’s shorts down when Stan looked over, “Jeez! You got a boner too and it’s huger too! And you don’t have any skin either.”
Floyd and I lifted their feet, spun them around, and dropped them in the bubbling water. They pushed themselves off the ledge and their bare asses slid down the sloped sides, laughing away, and we climbed over the edge and slid down on either side of them so they were together between us. He sure got over what little shyness he had and was a perfect foil for Floyd.
Our hands continued enjoying each other under the water. At one point we were slouched back, the water just under our chins, Floydy and Stan playing with each other’s, and when I took my hand off Winnie’s wang Floydy reached over with his other hand, grasped it, closed his eyes, started stroking the two and dreamily said, “I always wondered what it would be like to have 3 boners!”
And of course we laughed some more. Like Winn had warned me, he was funny so we now had two jokers to keep us in stiches and when we didn’t have a stitch on too, lol.
We were all becoming blindly horny when he dropped another bomb, “Boy, I really feel like I’m gonna squirt,” then looked at Floyd whose jaw dropped onto his chest, and innocently asked, “do you squirt Floydy?”
And for once again Floydy was speechless and nodded.
“Cool! I’ve never made anyone squirt before... you think maybe... maybe I could make you, I’ve always wanted to, then you could make me? If you want to that is...” then looked away, a little embarrassed now because he had been so spontaneous.
Shit that would be like asking Floydy if he would like a gallon of chocolate ice cream, but was sensitive to Stan’s embarrassment, “Want to? Fu… darn, I want to so bad I was gonna ask you, but you beat me to it biotch!”
That made him feel better. And when Floyd stood with his anxious cock flickering, Stan smiled at it, “This is getting even funner!” Floydy shook his head as he climbed back up over the edge, got behind Stan, put his hands under his armpits and pulled him up so he was sitting on the edge, “Gotta get your bare ass up here, so’s we can see what we’re doing” and sat down beside him.
As he was doing it, Stan looked over at us and giggled as usual, “You guys gonna squirt too?”
Jeez, who’s running this party now? He’s one step ahead of us, but I loved his candid innocence.
I did the same preparation for Winn then looked over at our whacking neighbors sitting on the other side of Winn. Floydy was leaning back on his hands, looking down at his wanker who was leaning over him, biting his lip, staring down at the fistful of cock he was seriously jacking away on.
I started on Winn, but we were both interested in watching our newest pumping partner, who suddenly paused and seemed concerned at first, when Horny Boy started his wild whacky jig, ass bouncing, head tossing. Stan seemed to realize what was happening, so he cranked faster and was amazed when Floydy accompanied the jig with one of his screechy howling vocals.
He nodded in satisfaction when he got a 3” spout and several dribbles out of Floyd’s relatively new squirt gun, and again surprised us when he licked the dribbles off his fist!
He looked at us sheepishly, “I just wondered what someone else’s tastes like” and Floyd came to the rescue and swiped some off his leaking pucker, “Me too. I love the fu… friggin’ stuff. Gonna taste yours for sure too” and Stan grinned at him.
I had been tossing Winn beside Stan as we watched and his attention turned quickly to Winn as he suddenly started to gasp/gurgle/gag and Stan’s eyes widened when he saw the 5”spiral spew out Winn’s cummpipe that was chased by a couple short burps.
“Wow! That’s a humongous squirt!” he exclaimed, eyes wide, as I licked my fist, and when Winn swiped a treat off, Manly joined in, giggling as he licked his fingers clean too.
Winn then went at me, but our attention was turned to Stan, who had leaned back on his hands, and was giggling as Horny Boy bent over him and finally had a hold of what he wanted, the object of his desires so far tonight. It didn’t take long before he started pinching his bare ass, making his hips bounce, but he wasn’t as vociferous, just an open mouth, gasping, and was leaning forward now, eyes pinched shut. Then finally squeezing his ass cheeks tight, and holding, firing a good 4” spurt, then relaxing, loading up, then squeezing, holding, then firing a 3” spurt, then a few final bumps to burp out the last boycum burbles in his teeny boy baggy and out his shiny boy cockhead. Boy were we ever surprised at his load, and when Floydy licked his fist off, Stan swiped some of his spunk for a taste too, then Winn joined in for a sampling.
I didn’t want to be left out, so I reached across Winn and swiped a sample too, but memories of Wort’s between my lips and Winn puffing on Slash’s flooded my mind now. Be patient. This is so new to Stan. Fuck it’s new to us too, like just an ‘earlier’ new really!”
But then Stan was even more surprised when Floyd leaned down and held his prick up and said, “Ooops, missed a spot!” and ran his tongue up the leaking knob which startled Stan and made him flinch. He put his hand on Floydy’s head to hold it off, maybe because it just was tender? Floydy looked a little embarrassed but I could see the gears churning in Stan’s mind.
Anyhow, we all slid down and lay back in the tub, heads resting on the ledge, all cummed out, relaxing, well for the moment anyways. You know teens and their new toys, two pairs of cherubs checking chubbies, the water in front of us moving slowly. But after a bit, Manley turned his head to Floydy and started chatting softly as we enjoyed each other’s spent floppies even more. The waters before us now churning as the low chatting became interspersed with titters and giggles. Shit, this had just been the warmup till now, we had the rest of the night ahead of us, and then, oh yasss… my mind started wandering to bedtime and what else might unfold and develop further during this sleepover with our challenged friends…
...and of course, after a while, it was Horny Boy that finally broke the spell, “Frig! Shoot Manly, you sure busted my balls big time, best spurt I’ve ever had, how long you been whacking someone else off?”
He giggled, “You’re the first. I often thought about how someone else would squirt, and I loved the way you pumped, like a... like a fire hose! Fireman Floydy!” Jeez, I think he’s even funnier than Floydy! Which surprised us all, including Floydy who I think was so happy to have met his match.
“Okay, Manly my man, looks like I’m gonna have to do a lot of work on your hydrant to get you up to snuff. But how ‘bout you be my partner and help me whup these other two tossers at a game of ‘Fast and Furious’? We’re all finished with ‘Furious Fists’!”
Boysy, his eyes bugged and his jaw dropped, “Wow! You got that game? I don’t have a computer but heard a lot about it, that would be do total!” then snickered, “and if you show me how Fireman, I’ll show you how to whack off someone else the best way!”
Floydy was shocked, the second time tonight, then he leaned over and pretended to dunk him, “You F… devil, you’re lucky I don’t drown you, but only because I wanna see if you can toss me as far two times in a row. So let’s get out now, dry off and go gamin’. And no clothes until we leave in the mornin’, K?”
No resistance there, so me and Floyd got out then helped the others, Stan onto his sticks and Winn into his chair and we all broke up as we looked around at each other’s shriveled up peckers.
Floydy was looking down at his sorry dick, then lifted it and let it drop, “Geez Manly, I think you choked it to death, don’t know if you’ll ever get it to live again!” Then he looked at him, then down at his fists around the handles on his stick, “Shit, now I see why you could. Your fist squeezing that stick all the time, you could’ve squeezed my dick so hard, you could’ve popped the head off it!”
That did it, we broke up again as these two were trying to outdo each other. And we made our way, on sticks, in a wheelie and walking, naked, happy and swinging.
We settled into a serious bout of gamin’, and Stanley’s eyes were twinkling in delight, playing a new computer game, naked, with his new naked tossin’ buddy. And boy did he learn fast, as the two of them took the lead. They were non-verbally communicating more now, touching each other and occasionally dropping a hand down to check their new pets.
Time seems to fly, especially when teens game, and it didn’t seem like well over two hours had passed when Manly turned to his partner, “Hey Fireman buddy, I have to take a mean leak, you wanna duck me to the can and give me a hand” then chuckled deviously, and you could see the excitement in Floydy’s eyes as he rose up and offered his hands to Stan. When he took them, he levered him up and Floyd moved in behind him and got his feet under Stan’s.
Stan quickly rose up too, “Let’s have some squirt fun” and they gave me a curious look, “well we had our group cumm squirts, how ‘bout a group piss squirt?”
Winn grinned, “Me too! I gotta have a mean one too, bet I can squirt the furthest!” so I levered him up and he loaded onto my feet. Then they followed us into the bathroom. I stopped, “We’ll do it in the shower, it would likely squirt all over the place but we can just turn the shower to wash it away”
We stepped inside and there was enough room for us to stand shoulder to shoulder facing the shower wand, and I giggled, “Gunners! Grab your pissers!”
Floyd and me took ahold of their peckers, “prepare to fire!” and Fireman giggled as he slid Manly’s skin back and I rubbed my thumb on the end of Winn’s hardening cannon. I whispered in his ear,
“When I say Aim, quickly turn to them and start pissing on them”
He was a bit surprised at first, then choked back a laugh, “Okay gunners, when I say fire let loose with your piss shooters” and everyone got excited, my bone starting, Winn’s well on the way, Stanley getting there, “K, now...Ready...Aim...” then I quickly turned Winn to them as he let go long arc of piss over on Stanly. We were only about a foot apart and he was completely caught off guard, but when I finally said ‘Fire!” his gunner Floyd had caught on and quickly turned him to Winn and replied with a longer golden arch up by Winn’s neck. Remember when you were a kid and those endless and long arches you could spout?
That sure brook us up and Stan looked at Horny Boy who was full mast now and said, “Gunner, lean me against the wall and stand beside me. I see your cannon is ready to fire” When Floydy did that, Stan grasped his hardon, uncovered it, preparing it for firing, it “Okay, Bretty biotch, that was an illegal squirt, you jumped the gun, so for punishment you are to kneel down before us and I will paint your face with a golden shower”
And he sure was full of surprises. Where’d the shyness go? And Floydy seemed pretty proud of his new friend He laughed, “For not obeying the rule for a fair dual, I sentence you to three lashes with a golden stream” and I closed my eyes and when his gunner started firing his own pisspump, Stan waved it back and forth on my face, giving me a shiny golden mask!
I rose up, raised my hand, and they stopped laughing, “There is only one of who has not been anointed with the precious Golden Water, how many think he should be blessed?” and we all put a hand up, then I pointed to Floydy.
So he knelt down before me and Winn uncapped my piss-tol, cocking it and when Floydy closed his eyes, Winn swirled my golden nectar all over his face. Needless to say, none of us licked it off like we do with cumm.
We were all boned up, naturally, and decided to shower up. Winn and Stanley were still parked against opposite walls with us standing in front of them and Stan rinsed off Floyd with the wand. He spent a little more time on the boner that was bobbing so when Floyd started on his boner, he started to giggle, “You missed a spot” so he did it a little more, then he giggled some more, “darn, you got it all excited. Could you whack me off again? You’re so good at it, it feels so good. If you do a good job, I’ll show you how to jerk a good cumm squirt again”
He didn’t have to ask twice as Floyd quickly passed the wand over to me, then moved beside Stan, facing us too, and started to whack his new friend off, his own boner bobbing away. Winn and I were watching as we gave each other a token rinse, then I stood beside him whacking him and watching Stan being tossed. It was very erotic.
Floydy was bent over, his head down in front of Stan’s chest, who was grinning, his eyes closed, his arm over Floyd’s shoulders. I was in a similar position, cranking Winn’s thick cummpump when Stan suddenly dropped his head down, gasping and grasping Floyd’s shoulders hard, then squeal/croaked/gasped as he fired a short but shuddering quick series of 3, 2 and I inch spumes.
Floyd straightened up and they both looked over at us just as Winn spiraled a good 5 incher, chasing it with a couple burps and they voiced their admiration. Floyd and I didn’t stand with our backs to the wall, naturally, so they stayed against the wall and we stood in front, but sideways so we could see each other’s cumm pumping.
Winn did a good job, giving me a great release, and I always liked Horny Boy’s antics, which were a little greater now that he had bullets, but small right now, that could fire. And he didn’t let me down as his knees bent slightly, his head bobbing as he squirmed with a huge orgasmic shudder, screech/gagging as he spit out a single, respectable for him, 2 incher.
We toweled off, both of our tanks empty now, and ducked our friends back. I was lucky that my mom had put a Queen bed in my room, so we paired off on it, nice and naked, and watched some TV. And like most young teens, we not only like to whack off every couple hours, but we like to eat every couple hours.
So it was off to the kitchen for a snack before we crashed. To grownups it would be a meal as we plowed our way through it, Floydy and Manly tying for first place. They were quite tight now, Floyd going out of his way to look after his bud, who looked at him in admiration most off the time and would whisper to each other and giggle over their secrets.
I cleaned everything away, then we ducked them back to my bedroom, everyone exited, anticipating the next round of gaming, now that our stomachs were full and also our... well you know what... after all it has been almost a couple hours... right?
Floydy put his arms around Stan’s waist, lifted him off his feet, set him back down on his own feet, turned him away from the bed, and let go so he fell back on the bed. Stan was giggling as Floyd lifted his legs, turned him and dropped them down on the bed and climbed over him so Stan stayed on the outer side. I did the same with Winn and we were in bed, or should I say play pen, for the night. And we started watching TV for the next couple hours.
But eventually, as we slowly recharged, our floppies soon turned to stone as we teased each other’s, and naturally started losing interest in the TV. It started with Floydy, who was laid back, watching Manly’s hand absently rolling the cap on his cockhead. Stan suddenly held it back, and rose up on an elbow, and looked up at him, “Earlier, you licked my bare knob that was leaking and it felt so good. You wanna see what it feels like?”
Boy, Stan never ceased to amaze us as Floyd rose up on his elbows, “F…friggin’ right I do. And I’ll tickle you tip back too!
So Stan teased it, making Floyd shudder, then he put his mouth over the tender knob, and started to suck! Which started driving Floydy nuts, as he started squirming, “Oh fuck... oh, no... shit... I’m gonna...fuck, I’m gonna squiiirrttt...!!!”
It didn’t faze Stan one bit, his cheeks pulsing and just his head jerked a bit when a wad must’ve burst in. He kept sucking till Floyd collapsed back so Stan pulled off, and a huge smile of success broke out on his face as he licked his lips and wiped them off, “How was it?”
“Fri… fuckin’ crazy! Lemme suck you off now and you’ll see!”
Winn winked at me, then went down on me, happy as a pig in shit, as I watched Floyd blow his naked bud, who was now bent over him, grasping his bobbing head. Floyd’s head suddenly jerked when the virgin cock that was fucking his lips let loose its teen cock spew, filling it for the first time.
They turned and watched me suck Winn’s wicked wang and chuckled when my head jerked from the wicked wad he whammied down my throat. They laughed when I pulled off and they saw the fruits of my sucking running out the corners of my mouth, remembering the size of the wads he had fired earlier in the Jacuzzi.
Well that was round three already, so we were pretty well, tuckered or should I say suckered out as we settled down. It was a hot night, so no sheets and when I looked over a little later, they were sound asleep, Floydy spooning his best new friend Stanly
In the middle of the night I was awakened by the bed jiggling and sure enough, they had figured out how to do a 69 already and were helping themselves to a midnight snack.
Morning breaks and when Winn and I awoke, we joined the other two who were already having a 69 liquid breakfast in bed. Then we duckwalked into the bathroom, helping each other with our morning ablutions, laughing and fooling around, a tight knit group of suck buddies.
We finished our breakfast with some solid food for a change, then helped each other to dress and headed to the porch. Often during the morning I had noticed Stan almost worshipping Horny Boy as they talked quietly to each other. I laughed too, when at one point, Floydy said, “...then I told the fuc...” and stopped as Stan shot him a stern glance, so he continued, “...guy not to...” It looks like they are a couple now, especially if he can do that to Floydy Boy.
Winn and Stan had phoned for pickups, and Stan’s mom showed up first and I noticed that they both let go of their hands, their eyes a little watery. Floyd turned, squatted enough for Stan to lie on his back, his arms around his chest, then Floyd picked up the sticks too and walked down the steps.
His mom smiled, quite proudly, as she watched them approach and Floydy smiled at her, “Hi, mom! You wanna get this Manly guy off my back, he’s beat me 6 times in our computer games!”
She laughed when Stan cuffed him on the ear. Floydy turned away from the open door and squatted so Stan could put his feet on the ground and then let go so he fell back on the car seat. Stan looked at up his mom and everyone broke up when he said to her, “It took a bit, but I got him well trained now!”
His mom was a little teary eyed now, “Thanks to all you guys for letting St... Manly have so much fun with you all, especially you Floydy!”
And with a straight voice he replied, “Well ma’am, he taught us a lot of things too. He...he’s my best friend now, hope we can keep in touch.”
When she gave him another peck on the cheek, he beamed at Stan and they traded phone numbers and promised him she would drive him over anytime. We knew that Floydy never had a very good mom, even when she was around.
We waved and Floydy tried not to be upset as we bumped and he split. Winn had phoned Transit, so as we waited, we discussed all that had happened and how much fun we had and learned and were especially happy for Floydy who really needed a good friend and hoped it would last.
It came and we bumped and I lazed around for the rest of the day, reviewing and enjoying the day with my friends who we never even thought of as being ‘handicapped’ or even ‘challenged’ but just ‘different’ like Floydy was tall, or I was skinny.
Monday morning I waited out front of the school for Winnie. The Transit pulled up and I saw Winnie smiling and waving as it pulled to a stop. Bob got out and said to me, “I have a special delivery Brett, you might want to check it out for any damage from the weekend”, and he chuckled as he lowered the ramp and waved his hand at Winnie who was rolling out.
“Hi Buddy!” I said to him and he gave me a five with a big grin on his face. He had shorts on and his legs were bare, “You’ve got your shorts on today, it’s hot and that’s more comfortable isn’t it”
“Yeah, I don’t care anymore what anybody thinks, I can’t do anything about it”
I grinned inwardly and felt good that he had overcome that hurdle. He wheeled along beside me and I asked him how the weekend went.
He replied softly, “I whacked off five more times yesterday”, then continued proudly, “and I have a good start on today, because I did it in bed and then in the washroom before I left.” and giggled deviously.
I slapped him on the shoulder and told him to keep it up which brought a loud laugh out of him. We went into the room and all the guys said hi to us, no one seeming to notice Winnie’s bare legs.
At recess, we went to the gym and I had him toss shots from the line while I returned the ball. I noticed that small boy again who was a class ahead of us, took art class with us and also sat out our Phys Ed class like Winnie did. He sat a little further down on the bench where Winnie was parked beside when we practiced and I noticed he always watched and when Winnie came up to practice and when he scored he grinned and clapped each time.
He was shorter than me, had messy brown hair and wore big glasses, kinda nerdy, and his clothes were shabby and baggy because they were too big for him, like hand-me-downs.
Noon hour came and we went outside and joined some guys to eat our lunch. This was new for Winnie, as he usually ate alone and he felt good when they treated him as just one of the boys and not a single glance or remark on his bare legs.
One of the guys said, “Hey Wheelie, I saw you shooting hoops this morning, you’re pretty good” and Winnie blushed slightly and thanked him politely.
We finished eating and went back to the gym to practice and the little boy again was sitting there and watched as Winnie tossed the ball. He was hitting at least 50%, not bad from the throw line.
When we stopped, Winnie looked down at his crotch and said, “I’ve got a boner” and I looked down and his big shaft was pushing up against his shorts, “I’d like to get off. Maybe we can go into the handicapped washroom, what do you think? Are you up for it?” and he giggled.
He was Horny Boy Winnie now. I told him it wasn’t a bad idea, that I could do with one too and he chuckled again and I pushed him down the hall and into the handicapped washroom and locked the door. I had never been in it before and it was fairly big. The vanity was higher than usual so he could get his wheelchair under it and the toilet was higher with a bar beside it to pull himself up.
He worked his shorts down and his hardon sprang up, “That’s better” he said and rolled the bare knob, “what do you think?”
“Looks pretty good to me, sure could use some work, I’ll help you out” which brought a chuckle “but maybe you better get me ready first” and stepped up to him.
He anxiously undid my fly and dropped my shorts as my semi flopped out, “Well isn’t that a nice piece of work “, he stated and pulled the skin back to expose my damp knob, “better taste it and see if it’s ready” and he gave it a long lick with his rough tongue, making me flinch and double over.
He snapped his lips over my knob, sucked on it a couple times, then started suck/sliding. Man it felt like I had my dick in a vacuum cleaner, I even thought my head might cave in. It was a good thing that this was a separate room because what with the slurping and sucking sounds and our duet of moans, we were quite audible, and of course with my climatic gagger when I filled his mouth with fresh teen cream.
He pulled off, licked his lips, “A cockshake’s better’n a milkshake anytime of the day! Now knock yourself out on mine too!”
So I knelt down beside the chair and started play a tune on his thick pipe as his fingers ran through my hair, and I loved the sex scent a hard cock emits from the sweat hormones building up. It didn’t take long for him to warn me, pinching his cheeks, making his hips bump, then his low howl as he started the flow of steamy semen down my throat.
Quite happy now that we had dumped our second loads of the day, we dressed back up and he wheeled out beside me as he chuckled, “Great lunch. Hey, maybe we should start a club. You know how they have a camera club and a chess club? Well maybe we could have a cumm club, you know, see who could shoot the furthest sometimes and maybe a group pig out on each other’s cocks the other times.” and was giggling when we wheeled back into our room.
We had fun during class, making lewd gestures and giggling. At recess, we went to shoot some hoops and I noticed that little boy sitting there again. We took a break and I said to Winnie, “Look at that kid sitting there, he always seems to be watching us”
“Yeah, I noticed him too, let’s go over and talk to him”
He wheeled over as I followed and the boy got a panicked look on his face as he watched us approach, “Hi, I’m Winnie and this is Brett what’s your name?”
He squirmed, blushing as he looked down at his feet, and replied meekly with a slight stutter, “It...’s Ti...Tim…”
“Do you like watching basketball” Winnie pursued.
“W...well y...yes. I think you’re r...really good!” he replied, blushing again as he looked down at his feet then back at Winnie who smiled and said “Well thanks Tim, I appreciate that” and Timmy broke out in a big grin.
“Practice makes perfect! But it also helps to have a good friend!”Winnie said smiling as he gave me a slap on the shoulder just as the bell rang. We told him we would see him later and he grinned as he nodded his head rapidly and we went back to our room.
Our last class was Phys Ed and there was Tim was sitting on the bench as usual, smiling when he saw us. Winnie wheeled over to the end of it and waved Tim down beside him and he quickly got up and moved over to the end and sat beside Winnie with that big grin still on his face. They started chatting right away as I went and changed.
During a small break, I went over to them and Winnie said, “We think you’re the best on the floor, don’t we Timmy?” Timmy nodded his head so rapidly his big glasses slid down on his nose and he pushed them back up with his forefinger, a little embarrassed.
I went back on the floor to finish the class then joined Winnie andTimmy and we told Timmy we would see him tomorrow and gave him a high five and he gave us his big grin and scampered off.
On the way to class Winnie said “Tim told me about himself. His mother’s on welfare and they live in a small house in that shabby part of town and he can’t do any real physical stuff because he has some kind of a heart problem. I think he likes me and he never said anything about my legs but did ask if he could feel the muscles in my arms! He’s really shy but doesn’t stutter as much when he gets comfortable and he doesn’t seem to have any friends but he likes to have fun and play on the computer in the library. I think he’ kinda neat you know! And I… well, I like him too…” And he blushed for the first time in front of me as he modestly confided his feelings.
After class, we met the Transit and Bob gave him a high five and lowered the ramp, “How’s my favourite passenger today?”
“Not bad, I had a great lunch again!” Winnie replied, licking his lips, reminding me of gorging on it in the disabled room. He rolled onto the lift giggling.
“What, no party tonight Brett?” Bob asked me maliciously and I smiled coyly back as and he winked as he got back in and drove off.
As I headed home, I thought back on the day and our great liquid lunch break that I could really get used to. Then my thoughts turned to the concern and anxiety in Winn’s voice when he shared his feelings about shy li’le Timmy...
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END OF CHAPTER 6
TBC: Winnie’s teen world continues to expand. The word ‘challenged’ no longer a major part of him, and no longer one of ‘them’ but one of ‘us’. And it’s Timmy time for Winnie…
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PREVIOUSLY:
… Winn was shaking his head, “Thank goodness he never changes. So much fun and I have a feeling Stanley will like him, he’s a little shy at first, but when someone makes him comfortable, he is really funny. And maybe…”
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… Horny Boy Floydy made it in record time, fueled by high octane hormones now and let himself in as usual. I yelled at him to leave the door open and he came flying through, pulling on his crotch. We were playing video games and I handed my controller for him to play Winnie because he didn’t have one of his own at home.
And I also loved watching him play because of the way he acted too as you could well expect. Like standing up with the controller, bending sideways, tossing his head back, biting his lips along with a dialogue to explain the moves, “FUCK!...not now bitch... Christ!... Dumb shit!... I’ll get you dickhead!”
When I heard a car in the driveway, I waved the guys out and when Floyd went to push Winn, Winn gave him the ‘look’, that look he gives when he doesn’t want to be pushed. So Floyd just giggled and quickly went around him, plopped down on his lap and threw his arm ahead, “Forward ho, biotch!”
Winn and I laughed, then he jerked, “Ouch!” then he turned around, “Your fuckin’ prick pricks!” and we just shook our heads. He never stops. Stanley’s mom was helping him out, her back to us, but Stanley was looking over her and when he saw Winn, a broad grin spread over his face.
Boy was he ever a charmer too, and when Floyd’s eyes locked on his, I was surprised that he went speechless for the first time I could ever remember. Floydy slowly got off Winn’s lap and the two just stared at each other, Stanley blushing slightly and Floydy actually looked a little shy for the first time ever too as we headed down to the car.
Again I was surprised how polite Floyd was to Stanley’s mom as she helped Stanley onto his crutches. I could see Floyd’s interest in them as they were the single long rod type that has the handles sticking out front about waist height, and above them were kinda split tubes that his forearms would fit in so he could control them better and move fast I bet. It also had a neat bottle holder under the one handle bar.
“Hey Stanley, I…I’m Floyd but you can all me Floydy!” then smiled as he stuck his fist out and immediately regretted it. Stanley didn’t miss a beat as he put his weight on one crutch, stuck the other one straight out and chuckled. Floyd tittered back and bumped the fist that was holding the handle of the crutch as Stanley replied, “Well I’m Stanley but you can call me Manly!”
Touché! Well that sure caught Floydy off-guard too. He paused, caught onto the quip then broke up, along with the rest of us, even Winn who was banging on his chair arm. But they held their gaze at each other a little longer, and I shook my head at the change I noticed for the first time in Floydy.
His mother chuckled and I think she was impressed with the way her son was relating to us, “Well it seems like Stanley is enjoying your company already,” then turned to me and quietly said, “and I really appreciate it too, he is kinda down, being alone again. He doesn’t get many invites you know. I think he and Floyd, or Floydy are hitting it off already. Thanks!”
She turned and embarrassed Manly by giving him a kiss on the cheek which he wiped off, so Floydy went over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “And I thank you, Manly’s mom, for bringing me, I mean bringing us a new friend!”She wasn’t the only one shocked, and she blushed too and got in her car, “See you tomorrow dea... Manly. I’ll call. Have fun!” then pulled away.
Stan looked at Winn, glowing, “Hey Winfred, great to see you again, and so glad you invited me over, this should be fun, I’ve never been to a sleepover before...” then he paused...”oh poop! I forgot my bag with PJ’s and stuff!”
Floyd put his arm over his shoulder, “Not to worry bud, I have an extra pair of what I’ll be wearing tonight.” and he turned and winked at us. He was grinning as we headed to the stairs and he seemed to drag his left leg which was fairly useless and the other one was not 100% either.
Floyd ignored his leg like he had originally done with Winn’s legs, but said, “Hey those sticks are pretty rad, I’ll have to try them on sometime!”
We walked with him to the steps, then Floyd looked at him and said, “Shit, hop on my back. I like doing it piggyback. I’ve done it with Winn a few times so I don’t want him to think I’m his private bitch.” And Floyd noticed Stan flinching a bit at the swearing.
Winn was at the top and laughed down at us, “Don’t mind his tongue Sta.. Manly, we‘ve run out of soap to wash it with! And he wants to carry you because he’s too weak and I’m heavy for him!”
He was startled a bit at first, then started enjoying the banter, loosening up and handed me his sticks. Floyd squatted and Stan laid on his back then Floyd stood, reached back for Stan’s legs, wrapped his hands under Stan’s knees and lifted them to his side. Stanley was loving it and getting into the mood as he said into Floyd’s ear, “Hi Ho! Giddy up!” and he joined us laughing as Floydy started up the stairs.
As expected, Floydy stopped, “Hey what’s that poking me in the back?”
I got a little uncomfortable at that remark, and glanced over at Winn, then at Stan who looked confused. But holy shit, Stan really surprised all of us when he grinned, jerked his hips against Floydy’s back, and retorted, “It’s my bloody whip, I gotta poke you with something for you to giddyup some more!” Now that really caught Floydy off guard, and he actually choked a bit on it, and when Stan jerked again, Floyd hee hawed and bounced up the last two steps.
At the top, Floyd stopped and Stan stuck his fist down and bumped Winn, “Thanks for inviting me Winfred, this is so really great!” then he ran the hand down Floyd’s hair like it was a mane, “And I like the ride you provided for me. He’s so… comfortable...” then bumped his hips and Floydy actually blushed! He looked down at Winnie’s bare legs, “you... you just have shorts on, I... I’ve never seen your legs before.”
“Yeah, I don’t give a sh…darn anymore. If anyone doesn’t like them they don’t have to look. And these prickheads said I should put a bag on my ugly head rather than pants on my legs. Oh, and by the way, they call me Winn or Winnie here. At least to my face that is.” And we laughed along with him but then even harder when Floydy let go of one leg and did an air toss with it. Floydy turned his head sideways and politely said, “Well since you find me so comfortable it would be my pleasure to have you stay on and ride me down to the den.” This is Floydy talking? “But if you are not nice to me… I’ll buck you! So just let me know when you are ready!” Now that’s our Floydy and he grinned as Stan jerked his hips against his back a couple times.
He broke into a bit of a trot so that Stan jiggled on his back more and turned his head a little, “We can play some games too. Brett has an Xbox with Kinect. You play?”
“Holy poop! I don’t have one and have always wanted to try! ”
Floydy snorted, “Jeez, you must be excited, I just felt another prick on my back!”
He put his chin on Floyd’s shoulder and said quietly into his ear, “You are so funny Floydy, I really like you.” then gave a friendly poked with his hips against Floyd.
Floyd actually blushed again as we headed to the rec room. He went back into his giddy-up trot and I was carrying the sticks while Winn rolled away and he looked up at me with his brows raised, so I shrugged and nodded confirmation.
When we went into the room, Floyd went over to sofa, turned away from it, bent his knees and lowered down, “Last stop! All gamers dismount and get ready for battle!”
Stan let go and fell back on the sofa laughing and Floyd moved over and dropped down beside him. I noticed his side was right against Stan’s whose beaming smile was so bright that even if I had a camera to take a pic of him, I think it was too bright and would be overexposed.
Winn and I sat together at the other end as Floyd doted on Stan, showing him how to use the controller and he was a quick learner. He soon was not only up to speed, but he and Floyd were winning more than us!
We had lost sense of all time, and Stan was almost dizzy from the excitement. I looked at the clock, “Jeez, I’m hungry, anybody else?”
Floyd rubbed his stomach, “Fu… heck yeah! I could eat the asshole out of a skunk and use the shi… poop for toothpaste! How ‘bout you Manly?”
He was doubled over laughing, then caught his breath, “Ye...yeah I am... but not sure, better lose the poo… shit!” and punched Floyd’s shoulder who then reached over and tickled him. I could see Stan was quickly coming under the influence of Floydy, enjoying each other.
Floyd got up and turned to Stan and put out his hand, and Stan shook his head, “Give me my sticks please.” asserting his independence which Floyd picked up on, “Oh sure. Cool. I wanna see how you use them.” and handed them to him.
Floyd was obviously impressed when Stan held them up, leaned forward and pulled himself up on them, then locked his forearms in and grasped the handles. Like Winn, he obviously had well developed arm muscles.
“I’d better use the washroom first” he said and Floyd went over and opened the door for him watching closely to see how he worked the sticks.
When he was done, Floyd went in, then Winn said he had to and gave me the ‘look’ so I stood before him and put out my hands. Stan leaned on his sticks, watching curiously as I stepped on his toes and pulled him upright, held him and I went around behind then duckwalked him in, leaving the door ajar.
Stan was still by the doorway, eyes wide and quite impressed as we passed him to the toilet and watched Winn giggling and put his hands down by his side so Stan could see them. I put my arms around them, trying to make it obvious I was doing his job, and making sure my elbow shook good as I shook him and he stifled a laugh as I left the fly down, turned and headed out.
Floyd caught on, “Hey your fly’s not done up!”
When Winn looked down in surprise, I reached around him and pulled it up, and Stan’s jaw dropped a bit, “Di... did you... like kinda like help him out?”
Winn grinned, “Why sure! He’s my best friend! Always willing to give me a helping hand and he gives me a good shake too!”
We chuckled and he giggled, dropping his head, then glanced up at his new friend Floydy, a little uncomfortable, and Floyd grinned back as he shrugged. I had a pretty good idea something was beginning to develop between them.
Winn said he didn’t want to bother with the chair now so I started to duckwalk him, Stan on his sticks, ahead of us chatting away with Floyd and obviously already flying high being in a group of new friends. His one leg seemed useless, he would take a step with the good one then drag it up beside it. He was conscious of holding us up and Floyd caught on, so he walked slowly as he entertained his new friend.
We sat them on chairs at the table, Floyd beside Stan, and he couldn’t do enough for him but trying to not make it obvious either.
Man, he and Winn sure could out eat us, as the demolished every plate I put on the table as we chatted and carried on like teens do. Manly and Floydy were so involved with their heads tilted to each other and talking softly that we felt a little left out.
But finally, the moment everyone was waiting for, especially Floyd who could no longer contain himself. He rose up, rubbed his tummy, and stretched, “That was an awesome feast Bretty. I feel like a soaking in the Jacuzzi. Anyone else?”
We all nodded except Stan, “What’s a Jacuzzi?”
Floyd went on, “It’s a hot tub, you know, you sit in it and it bubbles all around.”
‘Oh cool! I’ve seen them and always wondered what they were like. I’d love to try it... oh I don’t have a suit either, do you have one that will fit me?”
I could see Floyd get anxious, happy that he wanted to try it, but said kinda regretfully, “Well you don’t actually wear them in a hot tub.”
We were expecting some hesitancy, but super surprise number two as he answered, “No? Naked? Wow, that’s even more funner!”
He looked around at us a little confused as we were a little shell shocked, stunned to silence, and Floyd the most flabbergasted, jaw down. Floydy broke the trance and suddenly shook his head as he grinned, “”Yeah it is, you’ll love it” and I thought to myself, but not as much as Floyd will.
“Floydy, you wanna walk me like Brett does with Winnie? Looks like fun.”
“Hey sure Manly, anything for a friend” and he put out his hands so Stan could pull himself up. He turned him, got his feet under Stan’s and had him lean back and started ducking him.
Stan was enjoying it, then giggled, “Yo Floydy! Now I’m being pricked by a prick!”
That got the gang going as we approached the tub. I turned Winn around and sat him on the edge and while I was taking the tub top off and turning on the jets he pulled off his shirt.
Floyd had done the same with Stan and I was surprised that although his was thin, his upper body was quite sinewy from using the crutches to walk and was waiting, not knowing what to do.
I realized what to do and looked at Floyd then at Winn as I pulled off my shirt, tossed it, and chuckled, “We like to undress each other, it’s fun, right Winn? You don’t mind do you Stan?”
He quickly pressed his crotch and giggled, “Oh no, that could be funner too.” I stepped up to Winn and Floyd did the same to Stan who was watching Winn closely. He undid my shorts and dropped them and my briefs in one swoop, and I stepped out of them, pulling my dick.
Stan’s brow raised, “Boy you got a big dick!” then squeezed his joint and giggled, “I’m getting a boner.”
That made everyone more comfortable and I didn’t fight mine anymore as he undid Floyd’s and started them down and when the waistband of his briefs slipped off his dink, it flipped up too.
Stan jerked his head back, looking surprised, “Wow you got a boner too! And it’s big” then reached over and pressed it down and laughed when it sprang up again and Floydy made it bob, “You got it all excited now, it wants you to get naked too”
He nodded quickly, undid his pants and Floyd levered him up, had him put his hands on his shoulders for balance then kneltand pulled them down and they bundled at Stan’s feet. The one leg was quite withered with the other shoe twisted slightly to the side.
His face was only inches from Stan’s boner and he was giggling as he bobbed it as Floyd smiled up at him and I could see he was hungry. He pressed it down, making it flip too, then he rose up, Stan’s hands on his shoulders and smiled at each other, then had him sit down again. He pulled the shoes off, the other on the bad leg a bit knurled. I could see the relief in Stan’s eyes when Floyd neither mentioned it nor batted an eye. Of course then you know where his attention was directed.
It was big for a little guy, thin, but a little longer than Floyd’s, big balls though, and surprisingly, a dozen curlies and the large nodule under the tip skin sure looked like a tasty treat for Ol’ Horny Boy Floyd.
I had Winn’s shorts down when Stan looked over, “Jeez! You got a boner too and it’s huger too! And you don’t have any skin either.”
Floyd and I lifted their feet, spun them around, and dropped them in the bubbling water. They pushed themselves off the ledge and their bare asses slid down the sloped sides, laughing away, and we climbed over the edge and slid down on either side of them so they were together between us. He sure got over what little shyness he had and was a perfect foil for Floyd.
Our hands continued enjoying each other under the water. At one point we were slouched back, the water just under our chins, Floydy and Stan playing with each other’s, and when I took my hand off Winnie’s wang Floydy reached over with his other hand, grasped it, closed his eyes, started stroking the two and dreamily said, “I always wondered what it would be like to have 3 boners!”
And of course we laughed some more. Like Winn had warned me, he was funny so we now had two jokers to keep us in stiches and when we didn’t have a stitch on too, lol.
We were all becoming blindly horny when he dropped another bomb, “Boy, I really feel like I’m gonna squirt,” then looked at Floyd whose jaw dropped onto his chest, and innocently asked, “do you squirt Floydy?”
And for once again Floydy was speechless and nodded.
“Cool! I’ve never made anyone squirt before... you think maybe... maybe I could make you, I’ve always wanted to, then you could make me? If you want to that is...” then looked away, a little embarrassed now because he had been so spontaneous.
Shit that would be like asking Floydy if he would like a gallon of chocolate ice cream, but was sensitive to Stan’s embarrassment, “Want to? Fu… darn, I want to so bad I was gonna ask you, but you beat me to it biotch!”
That made him feel better. And when Floyd stood with his anxious cock flickering, Stan smiled at it, “This is getting even funner!” Floydy shook his head as he climbed back up over the edge, got behind Stan, put his hands under his armpits and pulled him up so he was sitting on the edge, “Gotta get your bare ass up here, so’s we can see what we’re doing” and sat down beside him.
As he was doing it, Stan looked over at us and giggled as usual, “You guys gonna squirt too?”
Jeez, who’s running this party now? He’s one step ahead of us, but I loved his candid innocence.
I did the same preparation for Winn then looked over at our whacking neighbors sitting on the other side of Winn. Floydy was leaning back on his hands, looking down at his wanker who was leaning over him, biting his lip, staring down at the fistful of cock he was seriously jacking away on.
I started on Winn, but we were both interested in watching our newest pumping partner, who suddenly paused and seemed concerned at first, when Horny Boy started his wild whacky jig, ass bouncing, head tossing. Stan seemed to realize what was happening, so he cranked faster and was amazed when Floydy accompanied the jig with one of his screechy howling vocals.
He nodded in satisfaction when he got a 3” spout and several dribbles out of Floyd’s relatively new squirt gun, and again surprised us when he licked the dribbles off his fist!
He looked at us sheepishly, “I just wondered what someone else’s tastes like” and Floyd came to the rescue and swiped some off his leaking pucker, “Me too. I love the fu… friggin’ stuff. Gonna taste yours for sure too” and Stan grinned at him.
I had been tossing Winn beside Stan as we watched and his attention turned quickly to Winn as he suddenly started to gasp/gurgle/gag and Stan’s eyes widened when he saw the 5”spiral spew out Winn’s cummpipe that was chased by a couple short burps.
“Wow! That’s a humongous squirt!” he exclaimed, eyes wide, as I licked my fist, and when Winn swiped a treat off, Manly joined in, giggling as he licked his fingers clean too.
Winn then went at me, but our attention was turned to Stan, who had leaned back on his hands, and was giggling as Horny Boy bent over him and finally had a hold of what he wanted, the object of his desires so far tonight. It didn’t take long before he started pinching his bare ass, making his hips bounce, but he wasn’t as vociferous, just an open mouth, gasping, and was leaning forward now, eyes pinched shut. Then finally squeezing his ass cheeks tight, and holding, firing a good 4” spurt, then relaxing, loading up, then squeezing, holding, then firing a 3” spurt, then a few final bumps to burp out the last boycum burbles in his teeny boy baggy and out his shiny boy cockhead. Boy were we ever surprised at his load, and when Floydy licked his fist off, Stan swiped some of his spunk for a taste too, then Winn joined in for a sampling.
I didn’t want to be left out, so I reached across Winn and swiped a sample too, but memories of Wort’s between my lips and Winn puffing on Slash’s flooded my mind now. Be patient. This is so new to Stan. Fuck it’s new to us too, like just an ‘earlier’ new really!”
But then Stan was even more surprised when Floyd leaned down and held his prick up and said, “Ooops, missed a spot!” and ran his tongue up the leaking knob which startled Stan and made him flinch. He put his hand on Floydy’s head to hold it off, maybe because it just was tender? Floydy looked a little embarrassed but I could see the gears churning in Stan’s mind.
Anyhow, we all slid down and lay back in the tub, heads resting on the ledge, all cummed out, relaxing, well for the moment anyways. You know teens and their new toys, two pairs of cherubs checking chubbies, the water in front of us moving slowly. But after a bit, Manley turned his head to Floydy and started chatting softly as we enjoyed each other’s spent floppies even more. The waters before us now churning as the low chatting became interspersed with titters and giggles. Shit, this had just been the warmup till now, we had the rest of the night ahead of us, and then, oh yasss… my mind started wandering to bedtime and what else might unfold and develop further during this sleepover with our challenged friends…
...and of course, after a while, it was Horny Boy that finally broke the spell, “Frig! Shoot Manly, you sure busted my balls big time, best spurt I’ve ever had, how long you been whacking someone else off?”
He giggled, “You’re the first. I often thought about how someone else would squirt, and I loved the way you pumped, like a... like a fire hose! Fireman Floydy!” Jeez, I think he’s even funnier than Floydy! Which surprised us all, including Floydy who I think was so happy to have met his match.
“Okay, Manly my man, looks like I’m gonna have to do a lot of work on your hydrant to get you up to snuff. But how ‘bout you be my partner and help me whup these other two tossers at a game of ‘Fast and Furious’? We’re all finished with ‘Furious Fists’!”
Boysy, his eyes bugged and his jaw dropped, “Wow! You got that game? I don’t have a computer but heard a lot about it, that would be do total!” then snickered, “and if you show me how Fireman, I’ll show you how to whack off someone else the best way!”
Floydy was shocked, the second time tonight, then he leaned over and pretended to dunk him, “You F… devil, you’re lucky I don’t drown you, but only because I wanna see if you can toss me as far two times in a row. So let’s get out now, dry off and go gamin’. And no clothes until we leave in the mornin’, K?”
No resistance there, so me and Floyd got out then helped the others, Stan onto his sticks and Winn into his chair and we all broke up as we looked around at each other’s shriveled up peckers.
Floydy was looking down at his sorry dick, then lifted it and let it drop, “Geez Manly, I think you choked it to death, don’t know if you’ll ever get it to live again!” Then he looked at him, then down at his fists around the handles on his stick, “Shit, now I see why you could. Your fist squeezing that stick all the time, you could’ve squeezed my dick so hard, you could’ve popped the head off it!”
That did it, we broke up again as these two were trying to outdo each other. And we made our way, on sticks, in a wheelie and walking, naked, happy and swinging.
We settled into a serious bout of gamin’, and Stanley’s eyes were twinkling in delight, playing a new computer game, naked, with his new naked tossin’ buddy. And boy did he learn fast, as the two of them took the lead. They were non-verbally communicating more now, touching each other and occasionally dropping a hand down to check their new pets.
Time seems to fly, especially when teens game, and it didn’t seem like well over two hours had passed when Manly turned to his partner, “Hey Fireman buddy, I have to take a mean leak, you wanna duck me to the can and give me a hand” then chuckled deviously, and you could see the excitement in Floydy’s eyes as he rose up and offered his hands to Stan. When he took them, he levered him up and Floyd moved in behind him and got his feet under Stan’s.
Stan quickly rose up too, “Let’s have some squirt fun” and they gave me a curious look, “well we had our group cumm squirts, how ‘bout a group piss squirt?”
Winn grinned, “Me too! I gotta have a mean one too, bet I can squirt the furthest!” so I levered him up and he loaded onto my feet. Then they followed us into the bathroom. I stopped, “We’ll do it in the shower, it would likely squirt all over the place but we can just turn the shower to wash it away”
We stepped inside and there was enough room for us to stand shoulder to shoulder facing the shower wand, and I giggled, “Gunners! Grab your pissers!”
Floyd and me took ahold of their peckers, “prepare to fire!” and Fireman giggled as he slid Manly’s skin back and I rubbed my thumb on the end of Winn’s hardening cannon. I whispered in his ear,
“When I say Aim, quickly turn to them and start pissing on them”
He was a bit surprised at first, then choked back a laugh, “Okay gunners, when I say fire let loose with your piss shooters” and everyone got excited, my bone starting, Winn’s well on the way, Stanley getting there, “K, now...Ready...Aim...” then I quickly turned Winn to them as he let go long arc of piss over on Stanly. We were only about a foot apart and he was completely caught off guard, but when I finally said ‘Fire!” his gunner Floyd had caught on and quickly turned him to Winn and replied with a longer golden arch up by Winn’s neck. Remember when you were a kid and those endless and long arches you could spout?
That sure brook us up and Stan looked at Horny Boy who was full mast now and said, “Gunner, lean me against the wall and stand beside me. I see your cannon is ready to fire” When Floydy did that, Stan grasped his hardon, uncovered it, preparing it for firing, it “Okay, Bretty biotch, that was an illegal squirt, you jumped the gun, so for punishment you are to kneel down before us and I will paint your face with a golden shower”
And he sure was full of surprises. Where’d the shyness go? And Floydy seemed pretty proud of his new friend He laughed, “For not obeying the rule for a fair dual, I sentence you to three lashes with a golden stream” and I closed my eyes and when his gunner started firing his own pisspump, Stan waved it back and forth on my face, giving me a shiny golden mask!
I rose up, raised my hand, and they stopped laughing, “There is only one of who has not been anointed with the precious Golden Water, how many think he should be blessed?” and we all put a hand up, then I pointed to Floydy.
So he knelt down before me and Winn uncapped my piss-tol, cocking it and when Floydy closed his eyes, Winn swirled my golden nectar all over his face. Needless to say, none of us licked it off like we do with cumm.
We were all boned up, naturally, and decided to shower up. Winn and Stanley were still parked against opposite walls with us standing in front of them and Stan rinsed off Floyd with the wand. He spent a little more time on the boner that was bobbing so when Floyd started on his boner, he started to giggle, “You missed a spot” so he did it a little more, then he giggled some more, “darn, you got it all excited. Could you whack me off again? You’re so good at it, it feels so good. If you do a good job, I’ll show you how to jerk a good cumm squirt again”
He didn’t have to ask twice as Floyd quickly passed the wand over to me, then moved beside Stan, facing us too, and started to whack his new friend off, his own boner bobbing away. Winn and I were watching as we gave each other a token rinse, then I stood beside him whacking him and watching Stan being tossed. It was very erotic.
Floydy was bent over, his head down in front of Stan’s chest, who was grinning, his eyes closed, his arm over Floyd’s shoulders. I was in a similar position, cranking Winn’s thick cummpump when Stan suddenly dropped his head down, gasping and grasping Floyd’s shoulders hard, then squeal/croaked/gasped as he fired a short but shuddering quick series of 3, 2 and I inch spumes.
Floyd straightened up and they both looked over at us just as Winn spiraled a good 5 incher, chasing it with a couple burps and they voiced their admiration. Floyd and I didn’t stand with our backs to the wall, naturally, so they stayed against the wall and we stood in front, but sideways so we could see each other’s cumm pumping.
Winn did a good job, giving me a great release, and I always liked Horny Boy’s antics, which were a little greater now that he had bullets, but small right now, that could fire. And he didn’t let me down as his knees bent slightly, his head bobbing as he squirmed with a huge orgasmic shudder, screech/gagging as he spit out a single, respectable for him, 2 incher.
We toweled off, both of our tanks empty now, and ducked our friends back. I was lucky that my mom had put a Queen bed in my room, so we paired off on it, nice and naked, and watched some TV. And like most young teens, we not only like to whack off every couple hours, but we like to eat every couple hours.
So it was off to the kitchen for a snack before we crashed. To grownups it would be a meal as we plowed our way through it, Floydy and Manly tying for first place. They were quite tight now, Floyd going out of his way to look after his bud, who looked at him in admiration most off the time and would whisper to each other and giggle over their secrets.
I cleaned everything away, then we ducked them back to my bedroom, everyone exited, anticipating the next round of gaming, now that our stomachs were full and also our... well you know what... after all it has been almost a couple hours... right?
Floydy put his arms around Stan’s waist, lifted him off his feet, set him back down on his own feet, turned him away from the bed, and let go so he fell back on the bed. Stan was giggling as Floyd lifted his legs, turned him and dropped them down on the bed and climbed over him so Stan stayed on the outer side. I did the same with Winn and we were in bed, or should I say play pen, for the night. And we started watching TV for the next couple hours.
But eventually, as we slowly recharged, our floppies soon turned to stone as we teased each other’s, and naturally started losing interest in the TV. It started with Floydy, who was laid back, watching Manly’s hand absently rolling the cap on his cockhead. Stan suddenly held it back, and rose up on an elbow, and looked up at him, “Earlier, you licked my bare knob that was leaking and it felt so good. You wanna see what it feels like?”
Boy, Stan never ceased to amaze us as Floyd rose up on his elbows, “F…friggin’ right I do. And I’ll tickle you tip back too!
So Stan teased it, making Floyd shudder, then he put his mouth over the tender knob, and started to suck! Which started driving Floydy nuts, as he started squirming, “Oh fuck... oh, no... shit... I’m gonna...fuck, I’m gonna squiiirrttt...!!!”
It didn’t faze Stan one bit, his cheeks pulsing and just his head jerked a bit when a wad must’ve burst in. He kept sucking till Floyd collapsed back so Stan pulled off, and a huge smile of success broke out on his face as he licked his lips and wiped them off, “How was it?”
“Fri… fuckin’ crazy! Lemme suck you off now and you’ll see!”
Winn winked at me, then went down on me, happy as a pig in shit, as I watched Floyd blow his naked bud, who was now bent over him, grasping his bobbing head. Floyd’s head suddenly jerked when the virgin cock that was fucking his lips let loose its teen cock spew, filling it for the first time.
They turned and watched me suck Winn’s wicked wang and chuckled when my head jerked from the wicked wad he whammied down my throat. They laughed when I pulled off and they saw the fruits of my sucking running out the corners of my mouth, remembering the size of the wads he had fired earlier in the Jacuzzi.
Well that was round three already, so we were pretty well, tuckered or should I say suckered out as we settled down. It was a hot night, so no sheets and when I looked over a little later, they were sound asleep, Floydy spooning his best new friend Stanly
In the middle of the night I was awakened by the bed jiggling and sure enough, they had figured out how to do a 69 already and were helping themselves to a midnight snack.
Morning breaks and when Winn and I awoke, we joined the other two who were already having a 69 liquid breakfast in bed. Then we duckwalked into the bathroom, helping each other with our morning ablutions, laughing and fooling around, a tight knit group of suck buddies.
We finished our breakfast with some solid food for a change, then helped each other to dress and headed to the porch. Often during the morning I had noticed Stan almost worshipping Horny Boy as they talked quietly to each other. I laughed too, when at one point, Floydy said, “...then I told the fuc...” and stopped as Stan shot him a stern glance, so he continued, “...guy not to...” It looks like they are a couple now, especially if he can do that to Floydy Boy.
Winn and Stan had phoned for pickups, and Stan’s mom showed up first and I noticed that they both let go of their hands, their eyes a little watery. Floyd turned, squatted enough for Stan to lie on his back, his arms around his chest, then Floyd picked up the sticks too and walked down the steps.
His mom smiled, quite proudly, as she watched them approach and Floydy smiled at her, “Hi, mom! You wanna get this Manly guy off my back, he’s beat me 6 times in our computer games!”
She laughed when Stan cuffed him on the ear. Floydy turned away from the open door and squatted so Stan could put his feet on the ground and then let go so he fell back on the car seat. Stan looked at up his mom and everyone broke up when he said to her, “It took a bit, but I got him well trained now!”
His mom was a little teary eyed now, “Thanks to all you guys for letting St... Manly have so much fun with you all, especially you Floydy!”
And with a straight voice he replied, “Well ma’am, he taught us a lot of things too. He...he’s my best friend now, hope we can keep in touch.”
When she gave him another peck on the cheek, he beamed at Stan and they traded phone numbers and promised him she would drive him over anytime. We knew that Floydy never had a very good mom, even when she was around.
We waved and Floydy tried not to be upset as we bumped and he split. Winn had phoned Transit, so as we waited, we discussed all that had happened and how much fun we had and learned and were especially happy for Floydy who really needed a good friend and hoped it would last.
It came and we bumped and I lazed around for the rest of the day, reviewing and enjoying the day with my friends who we never even thought of as being ‘handicapped’ or even ‘challenged’ but just ‘different’ like Floydy was tall, or I was skinny.
Monday morning I waited out front of the school for Winnie. The Transit pulled up and I saw Winnie smiling and waving as it pulled to a stop. Bob got out and said to me, “I have a special delivery Brett, you might want to check it out for any damage from the weekend”, and he chuckled as he lowered the ramp and waved his hand at Winnie who was rolling out.
“Hi Buddy!” I said to him and he gave me a five with a big grin on his face. He had shorts on and his legs were bare, “You’ve got your shorts on today, it’s hot and that’s more comfortable isn’t it”
“Yeah, I don’t care anymore what anybody thinks, I can’t do anything about it”
I grinned inwardly and felt good that he had overcome that hurdle. He wheeled along beside me and I asked him how the weekend went.
He replied softly, “I whacked off five more times yesterday”, then continued proudly, “and I have a good start on today, because I did it in bed and then in the washroom before I left.” and giggled deviously.
I slapped him on the shoulder and told him to keep it up which brought a loud laugh out of him. We went into the room and all the guys said hi to us, no one seeming to notice Winnie’s bare legs.
At recess, we went to the gym and I had him toss shots from the line while I returned the ball. I noticed that small boy again who was a class ahead of us, took art class with us and also sat out our Phys Ed class like Winnie did. He sat a little further down on the bench where Winnie was parked beside when we practiced and I noticed he always watched and when Winnie came up to practice and when he scored he grinned and clapped each time.
He was shorter than me, had messy brown hair and wore big glasses, kinda nerdy, and his clothes were shabby and baggy because they were too big for him, like hand-me-downs.
Noon hour came and we went outside and joined some guys to eat our lunch. This was new for Winnie, as he usually ate alone and he felt good when they treated him as just one of the boys and not a single glance or remark on his bare legs.
One of the guys said, “Hey Wheelie, I saw you shooting hoops this morning, you’re pretty good” and Winnie blushed slightly and thanked him politely.
We finished eating and went back to the gym to practice and the little boy again was sitting there and watched as Winnie tossed the ball. He was hitting at least 50%, not bad from the throw line.
When we stopped, Winnie looked down at his crotch and said, “I’ve got a boner” and I looked down and his big shaft was pushing up against his shorts, “I’d like to get off. Maybe we can go into the handicapped washroom, what do you think? Are you up for it?” and he giggled.
He was Horny Boy Winnie now. I told him it wasn’t a bad idea, that I could do with one too and he chuckled again and I pushed him down the hall and into the handicapped washroom and locked the door. I had never been in it before and it was fairly big. The vanity was higher than usual so he could get his wheelchair under it and the toilet was higher with a bar beside it to pull himself up.
He worked his shorts down and his hardon sprang up, “That’s better” he said and rolled the bare knob, “what do you think?”
“Looks pretty good to me, sure could use some work, I’ll help you out” which brought a chuckle “but maybe you better get me ready first” and stepped up to him.
He anxiously undid my fly and dropped my shorts as my semi flopped out, “Well isn’t that a nice piece of work “, he stated and pulled the skin back to expose my damp knob, “better taste it and see if it’s ready” and he gave it a long lick with his rough tongue, making me flinch and double over.
He snapped his lips over my knob, sucked on it a couple times, then started suck/sliding. Man it felt like I had my dick in a vacuum cleaner, I even thought my head might cave in. It was a good thing that this was a separate room because what with the slurping and sucking sounds and our duet of moans, we were quite audible, and of course with my climatic gagger when I filled his mouth with fresh teen cream.
He pulled off, licked his lips, “A cockshake’s better’n a milkshake anytime of the day! Now knock yourself out on mine too!”
So I knelt down beside the chair and started play a tune on his thick pipe as his fingers ran through my hair, and I loved the sex scent a hard cock emits from the sweat hormones building up. It didn’t take long for him to warn me, pinching his cheeks, making his hips bump, then his low howl as he started the flow of steamy semen down my throat.
Quite happy now that we had dumped our second loads of the day, we dressed back up and he wheeled out beside me as he chuckled, “Great lunch. Hey, maybe we should start a club. You know how they have a camera club and a chess club? Well maybe we could have a cumm club, you know, see who could shoot the furthest sometimes and maybe a group pig out on each other’s cocks the other times.” and was giggling when we wheeled back into our room.
We had fun during class, making lewd gestures and giggling. At recess, we went to shoot some hoops and I noticed that little boy sitting there again. We took a break and I said to Winnie, “Look at that kid sitting there, he always seems to be watching us”
“Yeah, I noticed him too, let’s go over and talk to him”
He wheeled over as I followed and the boy got a panicked look on his face as he watched us approach, “Hi, I’m Winnie and this is Brett what’s your name?”
He squirmed, blushing as he looked down at his feet, and replied meekly with a slight stutter, “It...’s Ti...Tim…”
“Do you like watching basketball” Winnie pursued.
“W...well y...yes. I think you’re r...really good!” he replied, blushing again as he looked down at his feet then back at Winnie who smiled and said “Well thanks Tim, I appreciate that” and Timmy broke out in a big grin.
“Practice makes perfect! But it also helps to have a good friend!”Winnie said smiling as he gave me a slap on the shoulder just as the bell rang. We told him we would see him later and he grinned as he nodded his head rapidly and we went back to our room.
Our last class was Phys Ed and there was Tim was sitting on the bench as usual, smiling when he saw us. Winnie wheeled over to the end of it and waved Tim down beside him and he quickly got up and moved over to the end and sat beside Winnie with that big grin still on his face. They started chatting right away as I went and changed.
During a small break, I went over to them and Winnie said, “We think you’re the best on the floor, don’t we Timmy?” Timmy nodded his head so rapidly his big glasses slid down on his nose and he pushed them back up with his forefinger, a little embarrassed.
I went back on the floor to finish the class then joined Winnie andTimmy and we told Timmy we would see him tomorrow and gave him a high five and he gave us his big grin and scampered off.
On the way to class Winnie said “Tim told me about himself. His mother’s on welfare and they live in a small house in that shabby part of town and he can’t do any real physical stuff because he has some kind of a heart problem. I think he likes me and he never said anything about my legs but did ask if he could feel the muscles in my arms! He’s really shy but doesn’t stutter as much when he gets comfortable and he doesn’t seem to have any friends but he likes to have fun and play on the computer in the library. I think he’ kinda neat you know! And I… well, I like him too…” And he blushed for the first time in front of me as he modestly confided his feelings.
After class, we met the Transit and Bob gave him a high five and lowered the ramp, “How’s my favourite passenger today?”
“Not bad, I had a great lunch again!” Winnie replied, licking his lips, reminding me of gorging on it in the disabled room. He rolled onto the lift giggling.
“What, no party tonight Brett?” Bob asked me maliciously and I smiled coyly back as and he winked as he got back in and drove off.
As I headed home, I thought back on the day and our great liquid lunch break that I could really get used to. Then my thoughts turned to the concern and anxiety in Winn’s voice when he shared his feelings about shy li’le Timmy...
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END OF CHAPTER 6
TBC: Winnie’s teen world continues to expand. The word ‘challenged’ no longer a major part of him, and no longer one of ‘them’ but one of ‘us’. And it’s Timmy time for Winnie…