"FLOORPISSING": Danny, Stevie, and Two Soccer Boys by BadBoyKal
This might be my best-written one so far! =)
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It was three-thirty as Danny led Stevie into the bathroom by the skate park at the beach, holding his hand. The 6-year-old little guy was learning all sorts of new stuff from his new afternoon babysitter of 15 years. The two crossed the empty floor quickly to stop three feet or so from the pair of urinals. Danny spoke up in his "talking to little kids" high-pitched voice. "Now, remember what I told you about peeing here, okay?"
A devilish grin sprang to little Stevie's face, which looked quite silly with his tongue half hanging out. "I remember!" He declared, far louder than necessary. "Whenever we're here, we don't go in the toilet! hehehe---"
"Right," the older babysitter affirmed. "So, let's try it! We're pretty good right here. No need to get any closer. Just do like you always do, 'cept tinkle it onto the floor" Danny said, winking with mischief.
The bigger boy had already taken his well-developed cock out of his fly by the end of that sentence. The younger took a bit longer undoing belt, then snap, then zipper (letting pants, and then underwear, fall to the floor before holding his dinky weiner and adopting another comical expression, this time of concentration). Danny watched patiently 'til Stevie was ready. "Ready?" he asked softly.
"Yeah," said the boy, a bit timidly.
"Okay, then..." the babysitter replied. "Here goes!"
In a moment the teenager's slashing whizz-stream arced gracefully through the air, splashing neatly and joyfully on the floor right BELOW the right urinal. "Wow!" exclaimed Stevie; for a moment he was too captivated to start his own stream, but after a few moments watching spellbound, he was determined to join in the fun. The little lad started to piddle from right where he stood, puddle forming merely ten inches away from his body. Instantly his face took on a stimulated look of glee. "Danny! I'm doing it!"
"Yes, you are, buddy! Good job!"
Meanwhile, Danny had taken a few paces backward while swinging his arc side to side; clearing his charge. After that he felt free to pivot widely to his left, spreading the mess into the center of the room and approaching the back wall. Stevie's stream was waning, and Danny had just begun to use his to paint the back wall itself, when the bathroom door opened! It was a kid no older than thirteen, and apparently dressed for a soccer game---cleats, jersey, and all---who came in. Devin was his name.
Devin licked his lips subconsciously at the scene before. "Wow... y'all ever heard of a toilet?" he joked. Danny glanced up from his work, nearly done. "Let's just say... we don't always like to do what we're told," he rejoined, with a glint in his eyes. Devin had come to piss, of course, and figured he'd join these mischievers... but that could wait!---he had quickly gotten a better idea. "Hey, would the cock that made that mess," he said slyly to Danny, "like a little bit o' dome?" "Fuck yeah!" Danny replied, right away. "Let's go back there," he said, jerking his shoulder back toward the handicapped stall. "Hey, Stevie... put your pee-pee away and then come back into the stall in the corner, okay?" "Okay," said the young guy easily.
Danny's tool had quickly swelled to it's near-fully-grown 5.5 inches, and the pair of fingers he'd used to aim his piss'd been replaced by the full fist of masturbation. He trudged quickly into the stall without pulling his pants up, and then immediately turned around to face its door through which Devin was coming just a second behind. The eager teen got straight to his knees and began worshipping Danny's shaft, slurping down to its base and back up to its head, over and over... Danny had not had much head in his young life... he was surprised to note that this scrawny kid's was the best he'd experienced so far. He licked and slurped, rubbed the cockhead on the roof of his mouth, shined the rod with his spit-covered lips....
Stevie was coming to join them back there, surprised and perplexed to see what they were doing. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Shhh!" his sitter commanded. I'll tell you about it when we're done. Come in and then lock the door." He did so and then stood staring, just a foot-and-a-half away, captivated.
The distant shouts of kids playing outside broke suddenly into the bathroom chamber, signalling that the outer door had been opened. The boys had not yet registered it by the time they heard the clack-clack of cleats on tile. Jack, Devin's teammate, had also come out to the bathroom to pee. He called out "Devin?" The little cock-slurper pulled off to call out "in here!" Without breaking the seal of lips on penis, he reached his arm out to the stall door and unlocked it, while Stevie stood still as a statue. Jack pushed his way in. "Whoah!" he said in quiet excitement.
"You wanna help me with this cock?" asked Devin.
"Well, first of all, I gotta pee."
"Go in the corner there, or the wall or something," explained Devin. We're playing the "no-piss-in-the-toilet game."
"Right on," said the thirteen-year-old---impressed and pleased as hell that he had found his way into all this action. He didn't wanna go in the corner or against the far walls, however, 'cause he didn't wanna face away from his friend giving this stranger mad head. So instead he crept behind Devin and faced the partition that formed the stall's left wall---so he could do his floorpisser's duty in full view of the others, eyes darting back and forth between the hot thing he was doing and the hot thing going on to his left.
In brief, it was a pretty badass floorpiss, and it was only the second time Jack'd ever done that. Back and forth he rocked, wider and wider, making his pee cascade down the paritition and sprinkle like icicles down off its bottom. Easily within reach of his stream was the toilet-paper-dispenser, as well, which---in a fearful exciting burst of adrenaline, the young man wet down liberally. No more than a drip or two got inside the plastic case, but it was still a plenty hot thing to do for this overstimulated soccer boy.
He was real glad he'd chosen a good vantage point, 'cause the action with Danny was about to reach its climax. "Uhhhhh..." moaned Danny, head back. "Ohhhhh."
"FUCK--YEAH!" he exclaimed, thrusting forward violently with every syllable. "I'm about to cum." He was in heaven. Stevie's eyes bulged out of their sockets. Jack's cock was out and had gotten hard without his even noticing it. He hadn't had time to put it away for fear of missing the climax.
With two more gigantic thrusts from the lanky teen, as he shouted "Oh! Ohh! ohhh!" the eruption came. The first rope or so decorated Devin's cheek and upper lip; all the rest gushed into the young dude's mouth. Devin licked his lips, literally, and grinned ear to ear like a fox. "Fuck yeah," he said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah!" echoed Danny.
Now, Devin and Jack were pretty tight at school and all. They'd actually messed around twice, once in the locker room after soccer practice and once at Jack's house, just hanging out. Jack had noticed that Devin had some signs of... well, sluttiness. So far all they'd done was trade handjobs---but Devin ballsily made a point, both times, to lick up the other boy's jizz... It wasn't a great surprise, then, when Devin asked him: "Hey, you wanna luck up this cum from my face?" Did he ever! God, there was something so hot about it... a total stranger's cum on his buddy's face. Danny watched neutrally, breathing deeply in physical relief after his orgasm, as Devin rose to his feet and walked the pace to Jack. Anxious and embarassed, the latter stuck out his tongue and set it on the boy's soft skin. He was surprised and pretty uneasy when Devin crossed quite a line: he jammed his mouth right on top of Jack's, thrusting tongue and unswallowed load of sweet, sweet cum into his teammate's mouth! Jack was quite anxious about being seen by anyone at all while kissing a boy---but, damn, if he didn't do a bit of a double-take when the flavor of Danny's jizz suddenly flooded his mouth! He eagerly puckered his lips and slurped the remainder of the load into his mouth, before one great big satisfying swallow. Gasping in arousal, he broke away from Devin's face then. "Devin," he stuttered. "That tasted really good." "I know, right?" his buddy replied. Danny wasn't sure what to make of the gay stuff, but he had to smile despite himself at the thought that his thick, creamy load had given both boys such pleasure.
"Whaddaya say," Devin began micheivously, "I find out how your load tastes, too!"
"Don't you remember? You already know!" Jack blurted. Devin rolled his eyes. "Ugh, you know what I mean," he muttered, falling to his knees facing Jack and his cock now, to the left of the toilet. Danny had recovered enough to want to make sure his little charge was doing alright; he slid over next to him and put his hand on the guy's head, rubbing gently back and forth on his sandy mop, silently supporting.
Jack was experiencing a mouth on his dick for the very first time, and it was... pretty nice! The warmth and the wetness were so rich and luxurious! His cock seemed more sensitive and tender than usual, as Devin played it expertly. This boy two years younger than Danny was not gonna last, Devin knew. (Not that he minded... the sooner he got his cummy reward, the better.) He held the dick with his right hand at its based as he bobbed his head forward and back on the shaft, careful to rub the cockhead against the smooth roof of his mouth. "Aahhhah" ejected Jack awkwardly; "Uh-uh-uh!" he exclaimed, each sound higher in pitch than the one before it. "Uh--man!" he suddenly gasped. "I'm about to cum!"
This time the cocksucker jerked away from the dick (while still stroking it) and watched it blast right onto his face, closing his eyes as necessary. It was quite a satisfying sight: Six long, full spurts shot out of Jack's dick, hitting Devin square in the face: forehead right; chin left; nose and corner of left eye; lips and dripping into his mouth, open slightly... "Aaahhh," exhaled Jack, who had closed his eyes in the intensity of the experience. Devin started scooping up the cum-spurts from his face one at at time and feeding them to himself. He relished this flamboyant pleasure, liking it all the more for how the other boys watched and gawked. "Hey, uh--" he said to Danny "You wanna taste some of this load?" "I'm good," Danny replied. That was a little too gay for him, at least at this point in his life. All three teens were shocked when six-year-old Stevie piped up: "I wanna taste it!" Devin looked doubtfully at Danny, silently asking him if this was cool. For a second Danny looked dumbfounded. Then he stammered out awkwardly: "just, uh... put a little on your finger and let him suck it off." There was a large gob above his right eyebrow, and the bulk of it he fed to his own eager pie-hole. But the second scoop of it he gathered carefully on his finger, which he slowly eased into the six-year-old's open waiting mouth.
Immediately his made a face. "Eeeh!" All the older boys burst out laughing, in group relaxation. "Definitely it's more of an acquired taste," Devin commented, which naturally went right over Stevie's head.
The only one left to take care of now was Devin. He had to cum (obviously), but he also hadn't pissed yet. He sat back on his calves, unzipped, and pulled hard 4-1/2-incher out. "I gotta piss," he announced. "Well, don't forget the rule," Danny said, joking. "It's too crowded in here," complained Devin. "Hey, little guy [Stevie]--- would you let me out?" He and Danny stepped right, letting Devin unlock the door, take one step forward to be right on the threshold, and start to piss. Left and right FAST he oscillated, flinging his stream a good four-and-a-half feet out from him at the maximum, forming not so much a puddle as a big, layered splash-mark. Not bad. Finally, it was time to get off. "Hey, Devin," Jack said. "I could finish you off, if you want. "Nope, that's okay. People are gonna be wondering where we are. Gimme just a second..." the boy spat in his hand and started long, quick rubbing strokes on his cock, at this point back inside the stall and again sitting on his calves in front of the other three. It took less than thirty seconds---maybe less than fifteen! There had been PLENTY to get him ALL horned up. His ejaculation proceeded silently, save for his rapid breaths. Raising into a kneel he let his tool spew forth all over onto the floor in front of him, a foot and a half from the toilet. "You definitely get extra points for THAT, in the no-piss-in-the-toilet game," said Danny slyly. All packed up and headed their separate ways. Danny spent the next hour answering every single question Stevie could possibly think of about all that he'd seen. Danny hoped he was a good babysitter. Lol.