Date: Mon, 5 Dec 2011 04:06:18 -0800 From: Under Jug <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Squirt - Part 3 Squirt I Sat For and His Sleepover Bud Part 3 by Underjug Code: B/b/b, oral, 1st, con After tossing the bedspread in the wash, I was forced to hang out in the laundry room for a few minutes 'til my cock went flaccid. This was the second instance in one night that I had to do this, the first being in front of my computer jerking off to porn. Only this time I had actually shot a load. My cockhead felt moist against the fly of my boxers. I took a peek and could see a thin layer of Tyler's spit evaporating. Damn, only a short time ago his mouth was actually clamped on it. My cock started to rise again at the vision, and I had to think about my stupid physics teacher to get it to shrink back down. I went into the kitchen and felt another pang of guilt while the kids sat at the kitchen table in their briefs and sipped their root beers. Why did I let my horniness get the better of me? These eight-year-olds shouldn't have been down there between my legs stroking my pubes and measuring their little hands on my shaft. And they certainly shouldn't have been licking my balls and giving me head. But I covered my anxiety with a friendly smile and a "how's it goin', dudes?" Mark responded with a "really good" and Tyler bested him with a "super duper good." Both of them were swinging their legs absently in the air. As I fetched myself a Coke it occurred to me that maybe I shoulda got dressed instead of walking around in my boxers. When I turned around the boys had already crawled out of their seats. Sporting huge grins, they each stepped onto my bare feet and held onto one leg. "Hey-ey-ey, what're you doing?" I grinned. "We just like our Caleb," Tyler said. "Can you, like, babysit us all the time?" Mark asked. Their proximity to my groin was starting to rouse my cock again so I diverted my attention by walking around the kitchen with the two giggling boys clinging onto me. Their little feet fit comfortably on my size 14s. "I dunno, little dudes," I answered. "Aw, please?" Tyler said. "Pretty please with sugar on top?" Mark added. "Right now you should finish your drinks." Without a word, each boy leapt off my feet and returned to the table. As dutifully as when I got them to handle my equipment. I sat at the head of the table. It seemed to me I shouldn't push this any further. Despite my promise that they could stay up and play with me all night. That was a pretty dumb thing to say to them, but I chalked it up to hormones. "So, little dudes, you must be getting pretty sleepy, huh?" "Nope," said Tyler. "Nuh-uh," said Mark. Damn. "Hey, you know. What we did was fun and sh--" I was going to say "shit" and quickly corrected myself. "--stuff but I was thinking..." "For us too!" Tyler interrupted. "We totally liked it!" Mark said. "Hey, Caleb, me and Mark got a question," Tyler continued. "If it's a bad question you don't gotta answer it," Mark said. "Sorry," Tyler said, "we didn't mean to talk when you were talking, Caleb, but it's just that me and Mark were wondering." This got me curious. "Uh, sure," I tried to say real casually. "Well, it was okay to drink your caramel sauce," said Tyler. "But how come it wasn't okay for the chocolate sauce?" "White chocolate sauce," Mark corrected. Embarrassed, Tyler said, "Oh yeah, white chocolate sauce." They stared at me in earnest. I lost the battle to my cock which rose once more, thankfully underneath the table where it was hidden. I couldn't blame it for getting hard. After all, the two boys had just asked why they couldn't swallow jizz. To a horny jock who was obsessed with blowjobs. "Well, dudes...I wouldn'ta minded if you did-" Shit. Why'd I blurt that out? It wasn't at all what I intended to say. My goal was to put an end to this, treat it like an isolated incident. I was starting to look like a total knob. In my mind at least, not to these boys who seemed to be hanging onto my every word. I tried to act cool again. "But I didn't 'cuz you guys are pretty little." They seemed disappointed with that answer. I was being careful to make sure they didn't feel bad about what we'd done. "You saw how hard it shot out. I coulda drowned you." "No way," said Tyler. "I once drunk from my cannon water gun and it shoots just as hard." "Yeah, like, py-oo py-oo, it can squirt water right across the yard," Mark said. "And 'member, I once put my mouth on it and pulled the trigger and I could like drink it all without spilling it from my mouth," Tyler said. "And I once drunk from our garden hose," Mark bragged, "and the tap was turned on, like, full blast." "Well, not all the way full blast." "But almost. 'Member I didn't let water spill neither." "Look, we'll show you, Caleb," said Tyler and he chugged the rest of his root beer. Not to be beat, Mark challenged him. It was surreal watching these boys downing their soda to prove they could handle drinking a load of cum. They finished up, each burping politely into their fists and apologizing with excuse me's. "Whoa, dudes, pretty impressive," I said. Tyler and Mark grinned proudly. "See?" "We can do it." "Yeah, we told'ja." "I coulda drunk even more." "It doesn't taste bad or anything, does it?" ventured Tyler. "What?" I asked. "The stuff you shoot out." "No." "That was, like, so amazing, wasn't it, Tyler? It went shwoo, all the way across your bed." "And, yeah, it blasted on the headboard." "Does it taste like white chocolate sauce?" Mark asked. "Not really," I said. "More like...hmmmm...vanilla pudding." "It kinda looks like it," Tyler chirped. "Actually, more like melted ice cream," said Mark. My cock never usually got hard after coming, but it was stiff now. I could feel my balls rolling around in their sac. "Caleb, could we do it some more?" Tyler said. "I wanna too," Mark whined. "Dudes, you gotta understand, I don't got any to give. It takes time to make more." "Aw, no way." "When?" "Not 'til tomorrow." "Awwwwwww." "No fair." I couldn't stand looking at their disappointed little faces. "Well, maybe you can try." They went from miserable to elated in seconds flat. "Really?!" "Cool!" "'Cause it was no fair that Tyler got to be the only one to suck on it. I want a turn too." "Yeah, but I get to drink his stuff if Caleb makes more." "Okay, dudes, no fighting." Jesus, they were arguing over the right to go down on me. These kids I barely even knew were obsessed with my cock. "Sorry," said Tyler. "Yeah, sorry." "Mark can suck first if he wants to." "Tyler can drink the vanilla pudding stuff first." I tried to smile casually but I was a bundle of nerves again. Tyler shouted, "Last one there's a rotten egg!" Mark leapt from his chair and raced Tyler upstairs. I shook my head and smiled. What the hell was I getting myself into? I padded silently after them. When I arrived in the bedroom, they had already stripped naked and were kneeling on the bed. Both waiting eagerly. Both sporting boy hardons. "Whoa, look how much it's sticking out again!" Mark said, pointing at my tent. "C'mon, Caleb, come here with us," Tyler said, patting the bed. I stripped off my boxers to another chorus of approval. "It's way huge again." "And lookit, Mark, look at the caramel sauce." I checked out my cock and sure enough it was spouting precum again. Until now I didn't know that that was even possible. I crawled onto the bed, kneeling. "Can we do it again where you're like the bull?" Mark asked. I had no idea what he meant. To clarify he grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled me down onto all fours. "Yeah, like that." "Hurry, Mark, or you're gonna let the caramel sauce drip." In seconds I felt a little nip on my cockhead. "Ouch, careful," I said. I felt the mouth easing off, replaced by the pleasant sensation of gentle sucking. Then Tyler dove down below and once again my balls were treated to a tongue bath. I moaned deeply and for a brief time the boys giggled before returning to the serious job of pleasuring my equipment. Downstairs I had made up my mind that this would be a one-off. But here I was again with two cute eight-year-old boys servicing me. Mark was more noisy with his sucking. His mouth was a bit smaller and could barely handle my cockhead. It was hot in a different way. Tyler had more fun with my balls. A few times I could feel him balancing them on his nose, giggling as they tumbled off. He'd then bury his nostrils in my nut sac. His tongue would venture just a bit beyond toward my taint and that felt awesome too. Ben 10 and I shared knowing glances. Here we are again. You just don't know when to stop, you fucking horn dog. I had no idea my cock could go a second round. Usually it was too sensitive after shooting a load, but this felt like I was being sucked off fresh. "Ooooohhhhhhh, dudes. Dudes. Feels totally awesome. Yeeeaaaahhhhh. Suck my cock." I looked down at Tyler's little legs and feet sticking out from underneath me. The rest of him was down there. Happily gulping down precum. This couldn't be an accident. It truly felt like it was meant to be. These boys had been practicing on each other and drinking from water guns and hoses in preparation to suck on their 17-year-old boy sitter. "Nnnnnnnnnnnhhhh. Yeah. Yeeeeaaahhhh. That's it. Yeeeaaaaahhhh." Mark couldn't quite reach the sweet spot with his tongue where my cockhead was most sensitive, not like his friend Tyler anyways. So this time it was more of a slow build. His sucking was sloppy and less experienced. But I knew he wanted to please me and that was getting me off. I moaned for the next 15 minutes or so. Staying on all fours. Letting Mark play his little sucking calf game. For a second there I felt like I might come, but the urge passed and I decided it was a false alarm. Not seeing the two boys go at my cock, just hearing them sucking and licking, was also pretty hot. I also felt less guilty and enjoyed it more. Tyler nuzzled his nose in my pubes again, whimpering gently. It was so cute. And affectionate. That's what was so awesome too. Feeling the tender love from these two boys. The urge to shoot my load came back. I wasn't convinced it would happen but I didn't want to chance it. It was even more important to me that Tyler get first taste. "Okay, dudes, switch," I said with a moan. They obeyed instantly. I felt them shuffle around underneath. Followed by the pleasant clamping of Tyler's familiar mouth. I sat back up and enjoyed the sight of his jaw stretching wide open on my cockhead. His tongue started massaging the sweet spot as he sucked. And then I felt the urge for real. I couldn't believe it. My balls were boiling. They were about to produce a second load. I caressed Tyler's head and his little eyes met mine. "Oh, Jesus. Dude. Oh, dude," I stammered. I started going faint again. This next cum was going to be just as powerful. But how could that be? I'd already... ...and then I growled hard again. "UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I watched my cockhead expand, puffing out Tyler's cheeks. I blasted. Hard. Again. And again. And again. And again. Fuck, little Tyler gulped as fast as he could. And true to his word, he handled it all. I musta fired right into the back of his throat. Coating it. But his little sucking mouth swallowed every drop. "Oh my God," I muttered. "Holy--" Can't swear. "--cow." I tried to pull out, but Tyler's little lips held on. My cockhead was just too sensitive. Tyler somehow knew this and lessened the pressure, making it possible to keep the head in his mouth. Which was a good thing because I was sure that residual cum was still leaking out. I sighed happily and stroked his hair. Mark pulled away from my balls. "He made it again, didn't he?" Tyler nodded giddily with my cock still in his mouth. "You're so lucky, Tyler." Tyler knew it. Keeping my cock in his mouth was his way of gloating. Mark smiled up at me. "I could see your walnuts go boop boop boop up and down when you shooted it out." "Oooohhhhh, I didn't even know I could do that a second time." "Tyler, what'd it taste like?" Tyler pulled off for a sec. "Vanilla." He clamped back on again. "Okay, dude, you gotta let it rest a bit," I said. Again, no fuss. Tyler relinquished my cockhead. The beautiful sight of his spit the only evidence that the eight-year-old squirt had blown my horny jock cock. He swallowed deeply and I could only imagine my spunk traveling from his tongue, down his throat, and into his stomach. "Did you like it?" I asked. "It was totally awesome!" Tyler said. "I get to do it next," Mark whined.