Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 08:01:56 -0000
From: qpreen@basicisp.net
Subject: Me, My Billy, and Ours 5

A moment, please, to remind all readers of that which should be assumed: -
All admonitions and rights set forth in the original and introductory
"Me,my Billy,and Ours 1" apply equally here and throughout all episodes to
follow. Please refer back to (1) if you have any uncertainties.

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            Billy and Robie Discover Each Other

"Jim, Jan and Robbie will be coming down from Michigan again tomorrow,
Billy", I told him as we ate our late morning breakfast together, actually
"brunch" it can be said."How da yuh like THAT?"

"Oh yay, Daddy. YAY! Um, hey maybe, I mean .  .  .  ."

"Yes, you little devil. I know what your mind's dreaming up. And, yeah,
baby boy, I think you might begin to test Robbie out. Go easy like we
talked about. When you play wrestle, well just grab onto his little crotch
now and then and feel it a little. See what he says or does."

"Yup. Wow! I sure hope he likes it a lil er at leastwise doesn't get real
mad er anything."

"Me too. Well I'm not sure how or whether he'll like it right off,
Billy. But good buddies that you two are I'm pretty sure he won't get TOO
mad. He'll be ok if you just say 'Awe sorry, Robbie, that was jus an
accident but you felt real nice down there. I liked it, so I squeezed a
little. But I won't do it again if it hurts. I promise I won't.' You know,
Billy, SOMETHING like that. Or whatever".

"Yup. I'm not scared. He won't be real mad. I know how ta do it!"

And I wasn't much worried either. They were just little boys who loved to
play together, and they'd continue to get along, I was certain of
that. Neither of them, certainly, could yet have totally cemented ideas
that would be unbending in even the face of all nature itself!

As it was, both Billy and I were really excited all that day about the
upcoming adventure of tommorow, and we talked about it a lot. We still had
our own sex together during that day, yes, but lots of the time we just
gigled together, making up stories of what he and Robbie might do
together. This appeared to me, in fact, a good time to inject a few little
thoughts and ideas of stuff to do that I had not yet even taught him about
before, and I did just that in a casual way. But he seemed too excited over
the things he DID know how to do with Robbie to take much notice or to
question much about stuff I mentioned to which he had not himself yet been
introduced. So I don't think my suggestions about even a beggining of
oral/anal play registered with him a whole lot. Or so it seemed.
Subconsciously, maybe. Who knows? You can believe, though, that I myself
had been maddeningly picturing an oral introduction to his darling little
butt hole in the few sessions we had had together since I saw it so
fleetingly in our second session, but for some reason I had willfully
forced myself to hold off that delight for yet a while longer. I really
have no idea why. Maybe I just have a penchant for teasing myself and
putting off good things until a future time!

It was a fun day for both of us, though - only slightly dulled by our
mutual wish and impatience for the REAL test of the morrow.

And the morrow DID come, Jan, Jim and Robbie arrived and I was delighted to
learn shortly after Billy and Robbie had run upstairs to play (it was a
gloomy, rainy day outside) that Jan and Jim had lots of shopping they
wanted to do in my town, Fort Wayne, since their little berg in Michigan
didn't have all the specialty places they enjoyed. They wondered if I would
mind watching out for both my Billy and their Robbie while they were gone
for several hours. Needless to say I jumped at the opportunity, disguising
as best I could my eagerness. I knew I would be able to sneak upstairs and
quietly spy on the two little boys at whatever they might be doing!

They wasted no time in going off to their shopping, and I wasted no time in
getting upstairs. I had secretly asked Billy to leave his bedroom door ajar
a little so I could look in on them if I got the chance. He had grinned
that he'd be glad to. That way if Robbie starts tryin to "beat me up", then
I could come to his rescue. He was being facetious, because we both knew he
was not afraid of Robbie nor any OTHER little boy less than maybe four or
five years older than he. Billy was no bullying type little boy, but he
could defend himself like a little tiger if he was set on, and he knew it.

First thing I saw and heard was them just loafing around, inspecting a few
toys and trying to decide what they wanted to do.

"Hey, you wanna play wrestle?" little Robbie piped up, little knowing how
perfectly that jibed with Billy's own hopes and ideas.

"Yeah, Robbie. That's one of the funest things of all that we do! You wanna
be Terrible Tony or should I?"

"Well I'll be him first round and you be Wham Bam. Then we can trade if you
wanna."

"Ok swell!"

And then with no warning Robbie jumped headlong into Billy, quickly
tripping him and putting him on his little rump, following up the advantage
by straddling him with his knees and pushing his shoulders down toward the
floor, during which Billy in no uncertain fashion got an arm around
Robbie's neck and brought him right down toward the floor with him, after
which the two boys were just a rolling, struggling little pile of
kiddieboys, each striving to somehow get clear dominance. These little
tykes were well matched. Always had been. You could never tell who would
really win, if, indeed, either of them!

But all of a sudden I heard Robbie.

"Hey. HEY! Leggo a my thingy. Why you squeezin it like that?"

"Um - uh, well,it just felt nice. I liked it and I wanted to feel it a
little better. I'm sorry. Did it hurt?" Billy had released his hold and was
just smiling at Robbie.

"Naw. Didn't hurt. Felt swell I gotta say. Um, you can do it again if you
wanna."

"k. How'd it feel?" And Billy's hand went to him again.

"Well can I do it to you too? So then you can know"

"YEAH!", answered my little guy, making no attempt to disguise his
gladness.

And so the two boys were seriously feeling and squeezing each other's
little places, just there through their cute short outerwear, and making
little giggles and sounds, both of them, which said it all.

Then Robbie said "Hey, Billy, you really gettin a woodie on!".

"Hmmmpppff. You think you ain't yerself?"

"Naw, I am. Oh WOW!"

Then it was Billy. "Hey, you wanna get all naked? So we can see?"

"I never been naked with another boy before. I dunno. Gee." But quickly,
"Yeah, I wanna. Let's do. You ever been naked with another kid before?"

"No.",Billy answered truthfully, "so OK let's each start at the count of
three. Fair?"

"Fair!" Robbie said. And then "One ......two ..."

"THREE!", Billy finished, and slowly, each watching the other intently and
grinning, they started the task. And one would have been unable to tell for
sure who was leading and when, but somehow they kept in almost perfect
sync, each of them pretty much taking off the same article of apparel at
the same time, both of them totally entranced. Then at last, or so it
seemed to me who was breathlessly glued to the spectacle, my own cock
quickly risen to its pinned down most possibly rigid state, they had
finished, their little cocks pointing boldly to the heavens. And Robbie
then stood up four or five feet away from Billy, in front of him, and
slowly turned around in a full circle, asking "You like me, Billy? How da I
look?"

"Oh God, Robbie. Oh God" was the awe filled reply. "You are jus GORGEOUS! I
love you. I jus LOVE you!"

"I love you too, Billy. And you are too. Stand up an turn around slow like
I did an lemme see alla YOU now."

Billy proudly did as commanded, hearing Robbie make little gasps of
appreciation as he did so. When he had finished, in answer to unspoken
questions, Robbie rushed up to Billy, threw his arms around him and pulled
him very, very close, their hard little dicks pressing against each other
and the sweet sides of their faces resting lovingly together. Then as I
watched, Billy cupped Robbie's little chin in one hand, tilted the lovely
sweet face to his own and brought his lips against Robbie's, and I stood
there amazed as Robbie was clearly responding with no shock whatever,
returning the contact zestfully, as it melded into a total and extended
passion kiss between the two naked tykes, leaving no doubts as to furiously
busy little tongues in full engagement and contest, while little hands
wandered about, stroking arms, shoulders and backs, each of the other, and
little buttocks were seen to shift and grind, shift and grind and squirm
and hunch, in the most sensuous manner of verticle fucking!

While one may be sure my own cock was raging, nevertheless I contained my
own passion, the better to reconoiter the thrilling but I deemed
incontroversial new facts all this was imparting to me. It could mean none
other than that Robbie had had his own prior experience, equal to Billy's
apparently, and this, to me, could indicate but one possible thing. - Jim!
It HAD to be. There just was no other explanation. JIM, his own Daddy Jim,
was the source of Robbie's pre-exposure, just as I had been the source of
Billy's. It had to be that way, and a thousand visions of the future were
stampeding through my brain, rather muting, indeed, even the thrills of the
moment which, without this counterpart would surely have had me jerking off
to completion.

Meanwhile, right there on Billy's bed, on which they had together thrown
themselves, I could see a full and lovely enactment of naked little boy
love. They kissed each other all over. They took turns each one licking the
other's cocklet and balls, then taking as much as possible into their
mouths, then doing it simultaneously in sixty nine fashiom, pulling and
holding each one into the other with little hands clasping little
butts. All between moans and squeels of delight and ever frequent
professions of love, now and forever. And then from one, and then almost
immediately following, then from the other, the screeching out of "Oh GOD!
MMMmmmmffff! It's happening. Ohhhhhhhh ...it's happeNEEEEEeeeeeeeng!"

After which, exhausted but in a state of sheer bliss, they sprawled back on
their backs in surrender to total repose. One little hand beside them
clasping fondly the other's little hand, they lay there, fully satiated,
spent for the moment at least.

EPILOGUE to THIS INSTALLMENT:

I felt at the time that I could easily burst in upon the little tykes,
tenderly enfold them and assure them of my approval, so that Robbie would
know all was well in ONE parent's eyes, at least. I felt certain I need
have no fear from Jim. How could my conjectures possibly be wrong?. Yet I
did not, because I am at times quite a cautious man, and because I
reflected that it would be better to lay low another day or two, biding and
choosing my time as to precisely when and how I would make my confident
approaches to Jim. After all, I knew only that HE obviously had been active
with his little boy. I had no way of knowing whether he would to any extent
share my own views about relationships broadly, either expanded ones for
his little son OR adult to adult relationships among men. I knew that my
Lorrie, like me, had been happily bi-sexual (and we had been so, actively
TOGETHER), but we had never discussed her parents in that respect. I hoped
for the best, of course, but by no means could I be sure.

That is why, indeed, I had passed up even the tempting prospect that I
might right then and there go in and enjoy untold delights with BOTH little
Robbie and my Billy. (Among the things in which I was later to instruct
Billy, was my own well developed ability to refrain at will, prior to a
given point, from any driving impulse, sexual or otherwise, much in the
fashion of the sexual "Kareeza" developed and practiced at times among a
certain old Pennsylvania sect that may be likened to the Omish).

                   Next Installment, (6)

                   FOUR IN A BED!