Feet

The boys had their hands tied behind their backs, the boxes were marked on the kitchen floor, and they began. For the first half hour or so, they both managed to rub penises together and remain very hard, without having to pull back too often. They were both looking down at their rubbing penises, and Billy (and Johnny) saw Billy’s painted toenails at all times.

Billy leaned down and put one sandal on her perfect foot, and then he felt it happening. He was going to ejaculate and there was nothing he could do. He desperately tried to stop it, but it was too late. He hunched over and groaned a bit, as squirt after squirt after squirt went in to his panties and shorts.

“Are you…ejaculating” Chrissy said. The girls and Mommy heard her and rushed over to see Billy on the floor, with Chrissy’s foot in his hand, and watch him have his last few convulsions of pleasure.

Anyway, there were no ejaculations for billy or johnny that week, and the day of the birthday party was upon them. Billy had been quite anxious about the party. He did not know who was going to be there from school, did not know if he could wear clothes, did not know if they were going to make johnny and him play with each other in front of everyone…

Within seconds, Frank felt it approaching. He let out a long, long moan, as the point of no return, passed, and the time between that and the first spurt seemed to go on for seconds. And then the spurting started…many many spurts. The first couple he did not aim properly, and they splashed against the tank. “Aim properly you dirty pig”, Lisa yelled at him. He got the rest of them into the bowl.