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Cal and Andre Sittin’ in a Tree B-A-R-F-I-N-G

Summary:

idk what else to title this. but it’s another caldre emeto fic where they puke and then use each other’s puke as lube for mutual masturbation yk just the usual from me.

also idk if this counts as underage sex but if it does just pretend i put a warning for it thank yew

Notes:

IM BACK!!!!!!

sorry for the wait my terminally ill mom is probably gonna die in like a few weeks and so there’s a ton of stress going on with that and i’ve had no motivation to do anything

but i hope y’all enjoy this YAY

btw, ignore any and all typos

Chapter 1

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“It’s been a while since we had the pizza and the soda,” Andre commented. “Should be nice and thick by now.”

That was in reference to the plan him and Cal had for that night, which was to stuff themselves with slice after greasy slice of pizza and wash it all down with a fizzy, syrupy beverage. Cal stared at his empty bottle of Sprite on the floor. “Think it’s gonna burn coming back up?” he asked.

Andre glanced at the bottle that Cal was fixated on. “Probably.” He briefly drummed his fingers on the armrest of the swivel chair he was sitting on before continuing. “Feels nasty in my stomach. It’s all just sittin’ in there. Never gonna be able to digest this,” he added, shooting a mischievous look to his friend.

“Yeah, all the acid from the sauce and the carbonation from the Dr. Pepper ain’t gonna end too well for you, Andre,” Cal reminded the brunet. Of course it wouldn’t end well; their dinner was delicious and satisfying, but clearly a bit too satisfying. Each boy had eaten half the pizza, meaning four slices each, but they’d also chugged liter-sized bottles of soda down to the very last drop. There was no way their stomachs could hold all that and digest it quickly or efficiently enough, so there was no other option than the obvious: their meals would come back up eventually. and as if his stomach wanted to prove that Cal was right, Andre burped, lessening the bloating in his gut.

“Oof…” he huffed.

“ Eww !” Cal laughed in response.

“Dude, shut up!” Andre laughed along before sighing deeply. “Stomach fuckin’ hurts like hell right now.”

“Hm… tell me more,” Cal persuaded as he let his body sink further into the beanbag he sat on.

“About my stomach hurting?” the brunet asked.

“Yeah.”

Andre smirked, understanding exactly what Cal wanted, and boy, he was gonna get what he was looking for.

“Man, it just feels so tight , like, it’s all up in knots and shit. You can probably hear it churning if you listen close enough. And it’s really hot in there too. Must be absolutely sweltering. I’m tellin’ you, that pizza did not agree with me… and we both ate so much …”

The blond boy fought the urge to giggle with arousal. “Think you’re gonna be sick soon?”

“Mm… maybe…” Andre hummed.

Cal took in the feeling of the pizza and Sprite, heavy in his gut and threatening to burst out at any moment, giving him butterflies in his stomach and in his groin. His guts felt like a septic tank, and he knew Andre felt the same way. While his appetite had stagnated from the insanely large meal, Cal grew hungrier for something else, that being his friend’s eventual loss of control of his body and being reduced to just a boy overtaken by sickness, which to Cal was just about the most adorable thing on planet Earth.

“C’mon, Andre! Puke! I wanna see those abs tensin’ up!” the blond hurried eagerly.

“Maybe you should puke first,” suggested Andre. “I don’t think I’m ready just yet. Not too nauseous, just kinda in pain.”

“Ooh, yeah, I’ll puke and you can let it simmer inside you.”

Andre chuckled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You bet I would,” Cal replied lustfully, sinking his fingers down into the depths of his throat. He gagged and let his body lurch forward on its own each time his fingertips prodded the saliva-coated flesh at the back of his throat.

“C’mon, puke those pretty little guts up, we don’t have all day,” urged Andre as he checked his watch.

The struggling boy took his hand out of his mouth to answer in a slight whine. “I’m trying; nothin’s coming out.”

“If I shove my dick down your throat, that should do the trick,” the brunet joked. Cal didn’t tell him that he wouldn’t exactly be opposed to the idea.

It took some time, paired with of the most adorable gags Andre had ever heard, before, a wave of vomit finally ejected itself from Cal’s body and onto the basement floor. His stomach wrenched as he hacked up mouthful after mouthful of gooey sickness, his eyes narrowing and fluttering closed whenever he moaned from the pain and pleasure that both felt scorching hot in his throat and nostrils.

“Aw, dude, it came outta your nose !” Andre exclaimed. His cock throbbed in his cargo pants from the sight in front of him. His friend’s puke looked so messy in all the right ways, and while it undoubtedly made him feel more queasy, it also made him feel insatiably horny. Cal’s breathing was shaky and he drooled after every rush of partially-digested food that fell from his mouth. He could feel a bit of vomit stuck at the bottom of his throat, and he stuck his spit-covered fingers down towards his gag reflex.

“Yeah, Cal, gag on it,” muttered Andre. Cal must’ve heard him, because he whined ever so slightly before more cheesy liquid forced its way out from the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t even begin to describe the gratification that being sick in front of his best friend brought him. He must’ve looked so irresistible, he thought to himself, sweaty, shuddering, mouth watering more than it ever had before.

“ Aw, yeah ,” Andre sneered. “Get it all outta you… Aw, yeah, good boy, Cal …”

“Shut up!” the blond giggled, a little flattered by the praise and pet names. He took a moment to catch his breath, signaling that he’d finished being sick.

“Dude, I love watching your nausea build up. It’s so fuckin’ hot,” Andre confessed flatly.

“You think it’s hot when I barf?” Cal inquired, his sentence coming out more like a statement than a question.

“’Course I do; who wouldn’t?”

“I’d say most people. Most people think barf is gross.”

“Well that’s just ’cause they haven’t seen you do it.”

Not much to argue with there.

“Alright, you go,” Cal pushed.

Andre got up out of the swivel chair and knelt down next to Cal to get into a better spot to throw up. He inhaled deeply before breaking out into laughter that slightly ached from his stomach pain.

“I swear, it’s gonna feel so fuckin’ good gettin’ all this shit outta me.”

Cal couldn’t agree more.

Andre focused on how gross and uncomfortable his dinner felt inside his body. The cheese was probably even more melted now than it had been when it was actually cooking. He swore he could hear the acid and enzymes and other nastiness turning into what was essentially barely-edible sewage. Just the thought of it made his guts writhe around in his core.

Now, Andre was way more nauseous than he had been just a few seconds ago, and the tension and pressure was building up quickly. He was able to get one more sentence out through the wall of nausea.

“Augh, this is gonna hurt.”

Before he could even realize it, his stomach contracted, surging its contents up and into his mouth. He kept his lips pursed for a moment before allowing his sickness to dribble from his lips. The acridity of the substance was instantly tangible, like you could taste it just by being near it. It actually wasn’t that painful yet.

“You okay, man?” Cal asked, Andre keeping his head down towards the fresh puke on the ground. The watch on his wrist glimmered as he gave his friend a weak thumbs-up in response. A sharp stab in his abdomen caused his gesture to falter and his eyes to water before snapping shut. He remained silent aside from a muffled gag, then fully succumbed to the nausea as another wave of vomit tore through his throat. The poor boy’s abs were on fire from them violently heaving his guts up, but he only let out soft, quiet sighs as he trembled from the muscle strain. Luckily, Cal found his struggle to be something so sweet and precious that he didn’t mind enjoying the show.

“ Nice ,” the blond laughed. He quickly went back to listening to the melody of Andre’s grunts as getting sick became more and more painful with every hitch of his stomach. He choked up a particularly slimy, bile-filled mouthful from deep down in his gut, and it made Cal almost lose his mind.

“Ooh, that one was good ,” he swooned. He then let the remaining sickness flow from Andre’s mouth and gazed longingly at him panting into the air above him. The brunet could feel each individual chunk of vomit sliding down his forearm; maybe he could almost taste them as well. He repeatedly gathered saliva from the back of his throat and spit it into his leftovers.

They’d both caught their breaths and emptied their stomachs. The floor was splattered in mucus that boiled hot on the concrete. Now for part two of the plan.

Andre started to daydream about how Cal looked while he threw up. To put it bluntly, Cal was wet. Incredibly wet. Andre desperately needed the gorgeous blond boy gagging on his cock, slobbering all over it as his mouth watered from nausea. His mouth had proven itself to be the perfect place to dump all of Andre’s cum into; a slick cavern that constantly leaked and flexed. He’d make Cal sick until his throat was raw and he was drained of all the juices he had inside him. It was gross, of course, and Andre knew that. It was unsanitary. He might get a disease or something.

But he found himself not really caring. What was a little upset stomach if not another perfect time to do all that nasty shit with his best friend?

“Andre,” Cal stated, transporting the brunet back to the present.

“Huh?”

Cal chuckled a little. “Somethin’ goin’ on that you wanna tell me about?”

Andre froze in confusion for a second before realizing what his friend was talking about. He somehow hadn’t even noticed that he had a fully-hardened boner. Maybe it was numbed by the overpowering sensation of sickness. For some reason he didn’t try covering himself; instead he just knelt there stupefied; a nauseous deer in headlights.

“Guess you’re ready, huh?” the blond uttered before abruptly unzipping his jeans and pushing them down as far as he could get them without his knees leaving the ground. Without saying a word, he freed his cock from his underwear, holding it gingerly in one hand. Using his other hand, his fingertips swam through the more viscous areas of Andre’s puddle of sickness. He scooped some of the sludge up and watched as it dripped off his fingers and onto his shaft before he started pumping himself. The snotty filth laid thick on his cock and the acid could’ve burned through, but it felt like sheer paradise.

“Giving yourself a sloppy little handjob, hm?” Andre purred, erection throbbing just watching his friend use his fresh vomit to pleasure himself. The stuff that just came out of his stomach. Half-digested food and whatever else was in stomach acid. And Cal was using it to jerk off like it was lube. His cock was beautiful just the way it was, and now it was being ruined by one of the most disgusting substances from the human body. And Andre found it dizzyingly sexy.

“Get all those chunks and lather your cock up with that. I bet that’ll feel awesome.”

Cal did just that, moaning as he massaged the pulp into his skin. It felt like a creamy paradise that he never wanted to escape from.

Andre couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and he dove into Cal’s mess on the floor. Rancid froth had mixed with precum and was now slathered all over the brunet’s cock as he indulged in something that he probably shouldn’t be indulging in to begin with, but it gave him a high that was stronger than any drug he could think of. Strings of vomit clung to their lengths and their hands and oozed onto the concrete every time they released their grips on themselves to fish through the fetid mixture for bits of food, saliva, snot, anything that they wanted to feel sliding against their skin, anything that might draw their orgasms closer. Just sticks of flesh in the mud of sultry depravity that Andre and Cal had made.

Both boys’ voices echoed through the basement despite them trying to stay as quiet as possible. When he’d reached his climax, Cal had to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep himself from screaming a moan and risking waking up the neighbors. Of course, seeing Cal actually cum from such a revolting act naturally made Andre’s own cock twitch as he gnawed on his lip and flooded the puddle of vomit with the second load it had gotten, right after Cal left his mark in the same manner.

The boys calmed down from the high before looking at each other, their cheeks and lips all matching in rosy pink. Andre brushed the edge of his finger against his friend’s tip to catch a drop of cum that leaked from it. Cal’s eyes followed the brunet’s finger as he licked the fluid off of it. He let Cal’s flavor seep into his taste buds and fixed his hair with his clean hand, and Cal flashed him a genuine smile. They better get to bed before they get horny again.