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When Julián arrived home from work, just before he got Collapsing to rest on the couch, his wife blurted out: You have to talk to the child. Why? What did he say now? No, it's not what he said, but what he did. The whaaaat. I was going to save it for you to see, but then I thought It was filthy, so I put it in the wash. The sheet, a great stain. What has he wet in the bed? At your age? If that were the problem, I would already solve it, but no, it hasn't been piss, that's why it's your thing. But woman, just entering adolescence, you have to have patience, it will be controlled. But what are you saying? I'm not going to wash that again! Talk to him! As he walked towards the boy's room, Julián thought that He had been having sex with his wife for thirteen years, who before him had I met two other men, and I remained a prudish person capable of getting upset about a cum stain. When she reached the door, knowing that she had to scold him, she decided not to. call. Hello, Paul. What are you doing? Why don't you call? To catch you like this, studying English. Don't be stupid, don't even you had to be hidden. Well, what happened? Nothing. Let's see Pablo, we can spend hours here and you will have to put up with me a long talk if you don't collaborate, we speak frankly and we solve soon. What has happened? Nothing ... ...I just stained the sheet a little. Of cum? Yeah. Let's see, kid. I remind you that before you got the first hair, I already warned you that your sexuality did not have to be trail for your family, right? Yeah So? I don't know, I missed a drop, Dad, it's not that big of a deal. Of course it's not that big of a deal, if it were up to me it would be solved quick: you stain the sheets as much as you want and you take care of wash them, dry them and iron them. The bad thing is that we live with Mom and your little brothers. But you haven't missed a drop, Mom. Talk about a big stain. Don't you remember what I taught you about place a tissue BEFORE the cum shoots out? Well of course I remember Dad. Let's see if you're going to believe it's my first straw But it is the first time that I release all the cum in the sheets. And why? Don't be angry. Do you think I'm angry? What I am is tired, so Explain it to me once and for all, Pablito. Don't call me Pablito. Goes. Maybe you don't understand it. Proof. Fuck. Come on boy, don't bore me. It's just... I just... I don't know... I did it on purpose. Stain? Yes. When I was already quite close and was going to take the handkerchief paper well, I don't know... it occurred to me... I thought... It turned you on not picking it up. Exactly, the idea came to me and I became even more like a motorcycle. The idea to release the cum, get dirty with it and sleep like that, I don't know, dirty. And that turned you on more? Yes, Dad, I'm sorry. It made me super stupid. In fact, I have two I've been jerking off for months and I've never released so much milk. I understand. Are you angry? Of course not. Look, the dirt, the smells, the traces of bodily fluids, it is a very important part of sex. Mainly saliva, cum and the girls' vaginal fluids, but sometimes even others, urine, sweat, menstruation... You don't have to exaggerate with it, but sometimes those things make you crazy is perfectly normal. Everything about me always seems normal to you. Ha ha ha. And what you want is for me to tell you that you are a depraved. Look, let's do one thing: you promise me that you will never But your mother is going to have to tell me about your cum and in return I I'll tell you a story from when I was your age. A bad story or a good one? A dirty story. Okay! It's a deal. JULIÁN'S STORY Look, more or less when I was your age, and your uncle Andrés, therefore, fifteen years, a second cousin came to live at home from the town, who spent everything a course with us in our room. For me it was a nuisance, because Andrés more or less respected me, or at At least, he didn't treat me like a little boy all the time. But when Pedro arrived, I was his age, because it's as if I had gone down two steps. I don't know why, but it was like that. The fact is that I didn't like Pedro very much, and I tried to criticize him. whenever I could. So one day, we had to go to a party with the family, seeing that they came back from playing soccer, and after taking a shower Pedro put on the same briefs he was wearing again, I laughed and told him that He was a slut, a dirty villager. But my brother had become quite, no, very close friends with him, and he went out in his defense. They told me that I was nothing more than a child and that a boy's underpants male they must have been smelly and used. They were both saying those things, when Andrés, suddenly, said that, as punishment for having insulted Pedro, I was going to Wear those sweaty panties to the party. I said no, of course, but your uncle Andrés, ugh, he practically never hit me in our entire childhood, but I knew that when he gave me a serious order, to refuse was to get into serious trouble. So I steeled myself, got naked (don't think I didn't care, at that). age, stripping me naked in front of two well-developed fifteen-year-old boys) and I put on Pedro's briefs, which were really damp with sweat. I asked when I could take them off and my brother ordered me not until the next morning, that I had to keep wearing them under my pajamas. At that time we slept with pajamas, not like you, you bastard, who sleeps naked. Well, I thought it would be a matter of obeying, taking them off the next day, take a shower immediately!, and the topic would be forgotten. But no, that night, with the light was off, they spent a while talking about the girls they had seen at the party and then, I don't know why, he hit them again with their briefs. In the end It was Pedro who came up with the idea: we were going to go around passing those briefs one by one. another, in turns, were always going to be in use, to see who was the coward who broke the chain. Andrés, who since Pedro was with us, always tried not to let himself be gain nothing for him, was the one who had the idea that, in order to pass the dirty slips the next, you had to have jerked off. So who else If he jerked off, the less time he would have to wear. To Pedro (and to me too, the truth) made him laugh, and it was he who finished the job: "well, great, but whoever jerks off has to spread the cum on the briefs and pass them to the next", "that," said Andrés, "that he has to put them on at that very moment, and he cannot pass them on to another until he reads them." What had started as a punishment for me for insulting my cousin, It became a somewhat obsessive game. On the one hand, when you didn't have the slips, it made you sick to know that they would come back to you. But on the other hand, when They handed them to you, full of dry and wet spots of cum somewhere, it was really disgusting to put them on. Furthermore, they were beginning to smell bad, so much so that, shortly Afterwards, we always carried them under others, so that too much would not come out. smell to the outside. Andrés and Pedro were already with girls, I was one hundred percent virgin, but The three of us broke records for handjobs. I remember that my skin was itchy foreskin. But I never had any problem getting excited even if I did little that I had masturbated. It was enough to feel the dirty panties on my body, and knowing that that humidity was from my older brother's cum (it was my turn after him) and those dry spots that almost scratched the body were his cum, mine and from Pedro's redneck, to make me look like a motorcycle. We lasted exactly one month. In the end it was a wrinkled penny that cost spread on your belly. Every time they or I had gym class, In the school locker rooms we had to take off our outer briefs without them notice that we had the dirty things stuck inside, take a shower, and then go back to do the same maneuver to get dressed, scared to death that the smell would be higher than our sweaty bodies and someone would notice. After two and a half weeks, I couldn't take it anymore. probably because my virile resistance was lower than theirs, and it was beginning to cost me a little Jerking off so much, not for lack of excitement, but for lack of milk production. I told them that it was already over, that he wasn't going to take them anymore and that if they insisted they would I would tell my father. Far from being scared, Andrés looked at me, gave me one of the few slaps he has ever given me in my life and said the game would continue until was one month old, and that, as punishment for my threat to be a snitch... Andrés I had them in my hand, with a good milk freshly poured on them, because I I was passing them. He opened them, and on the part that was going to be in contact with my cock, he let out a big spit with mucus, something really abundant and disgusting. Pedro also dropped a somewhat smaller lapo in the same place. And now, He told me, you put them on, and this time you are going to wear them, not until the next time. handjob, but two whole days and then when you have a handjob. I felt terrible. My brother had hit me, and in front of Pedro. The briefs They were more disgusting than ever. My little tail was going to get dirty with sludge as well as with cum It was going to take them at least forty-eight hours. And then many days further. When I was starting to put them on, something occurred to me, and as I said it in loudly, my battered chick jumped. Okay, but when it's my turn to pass them, in addition to the cum, I think take a swipe at them. No problems, kid, the three of us will do that.