Date: 18 Nov 2000 23:13:07 -0000
From: Boytext <boytext@nym.alias.net>
Subject: Dong Hung, Woody, and Oral Robert (b/b/b/f)

Dong Hung, Woody, and Oral Robert (b/b/b/f)
By Boytext <boytext@nym.alias.net>

The usual disclaimers apply. Thanks to loveboy for inspiring the
story. The story is dedicated to Mat.


1.

D.A.'s sweet cum flooded into mouth of the little boy lying on top of
him. At the same time, the frantic bucking of the kid's hips into
D.A.'s face suddenly stopped, and Dong could feel the pulsing of the
small cock inside his own mouth, the only motion of the small boy's
body.

D.A. wondered how he had the luck to get here - this went beyond his
dreams, and he had been dreaming a lot, as a horny twelve year is wont
to do. At that point, he felt a small splash of something on his face,
and, opening his eyes, saw a pool of white goo on the boy's ass. He
let the little cock pop out of his mouth and touched his tongue to the
sticky stuff. It was sweet. D.A. lapped as much of it up as he could
easily reach.

He sighed with pleasure. How _did_ he get to be so fortunate? Well,
therein lies the story...


2.

When the school year started at Dallas Middle School, there was a lot
of buzz in the air about the oral sex scandal in neighboring Collins
County. The investigation showed that it was about 24 boys and a
handful of girls, generally aged ten to twelve. A lot of the parents
felt it was just a couple of "bad girls" causing the trouble, and that
boys will be boys. Others were concerned that something similar might
be going on at Dallas, but there wasn't anything being done. It was
just a feeling in the air. Even the kids were nervous about it. The
first day, when the teacher called roll, and said, "Hung, Dong," the
entire classroom erupted in nervous giggles. D.A. turned red with
embarrassment, but gamely answered "present" anyway. From then on, the
teacher was sure to refer to him as "D.A."

D.A. didn't really share these concerns. Instead, he was mostly
thinking how lucky those boys were get blowjobs from the girls, and
cursing his luck. When he and his parents moved in a couple of years
earlier, they had the choice of putting D.A. in either the Collins or
Dallas school districts, and ended up choosing Dallas because of its
reputation for better academics. D.A. wasn't too convinced about
this (I mean, math class was just torture), and when the scandal was
erupting, he had many pleasurable moments in bed fantasizing about
what might have happened had they chosen Collins, and had he been one
of the lucky two dozen boys.

It didn't help that D.A. was entering puberty with a bang, and that he
was horny almost all the time. He usually jerked off at least twice a
day (more when he could get the privacy), but even that didn't seem
enough. What he really wanted was to get his dick sucked, to shoot his
just-developed sperm into someone else's mouth.

He looked at the girls in his classes, and more or less idly wondered
whether any of them might suck him, but he was too far shy to make the
initiative himself.

Things started to look up a little when D.A. found out that Woody was
in most of his classes. He had known Woody mostly by reputation the
past couple of years. He was one of the few kids at Dallas who wasn't
embarrassed to talk about sex. During the first week of classes, Woody
said something that implied that he had gotten a blowjob. D.A. figured
that if there was oral sex to be had at Dallas, it might come in handy
to be friends with Woody.

One day in between classes, D.A. asked Woody about it. Woody said that
Debby, a pretty girl who was kind of a teacher's pet in English class,
had sucked him off. What's more, she thought it was fun and might be
inclined to do the same for other boys.

So, one Tuesday morning when D.A. was feeling particularly horny, he
said hi in the hall to Debbie, who was with a couple of her other girl
friends. To his horror, she just laughed at him. He had a panicky
thought that his hard-on was showing, but he knew that if he looked
down, it would just make matters worse. He had never felt so
humiliated.

He talked it over with Woody some more, but Woody didn't seem
concerned. "You just gotta learn to talk to chicks," he had
said. "Hang around with da man, and you'll pick it up quickly enough"
clearly indicating himself.

To D.A., this sounded like a good deal. Even if he didn't really learn
much, Woody was a cool person to hang out with. So they made plans for
D.A. to visit Woody's house after school the next Monday.


3.

When Monday rolled around, it was one of those hot, sunny September
days. In the school it wasn't too bad - even though it had no air
conditioning, the thick walls kept most of the heat out. But in
Woody's attic room, it was sweltering. Woody quickly stripped off his
shirt and tossed it on the floor, where it blended in nicely with the
messy pile of clothes already there. D.A. was shy at first about
following Woody's lead, but it really was hot, so he took off his
shirt, folded it carefully, and laid it on the bed.

Woody was excited. I mean, he was pumped.

"D.A., you wouldn't _believe_ the party Debby had at her house on
Saturday."

"Really? Did you get sucked again?" D.A. wondered why he hadn't even
heard of this party until now, much less being invited to it. But he
knew he just wasn't Mr. Popularity.

"Did I! It was awesome!"

"Well, tell me about it."

"She had over her two girl friends, Monica and Paula, and about six
boys." D.A. was pretty sure that these were the girls who were with
Debbie when they laughed at him. Woody started counting on his
fingers, "Me, Stevie, Paul, Dylan, Joe..." He seemed to lose count.

"So what happened?"

"Debbie sucked us _all_." Woody got a faraway look in his eye as if he
were reliving the experience.

"Tell me what happened," D.A. asked, almost petulantly. He wanted to
hear the details.

"Well, I started talking about how great it felt to get a blowjob,
kinda hinting it was her who did it, but not wanting to talk her up as
a slut. But she was totally ok with it, and said she'd blow me
again. I couldn't believe it. `Here,' I said, `right in front of
everybody?' `Sure,' she said, `why not?'"

D.A. listened rapturously as Woody went on. He was already feeling
kinda horny, and wasn't at all surprised when his shorts started
tenting out.

"And so I sat down in her chair, and pulled down my pants. She just
knelt down in front of me, took my thing in her mouth, and started
sucking." Woody got that faraway look again. D.A. looked at his shorts
and wasn't surprised to see that they too were tenting out in front.

"So then what happened?"

"Well, I shot my load and she swallowed it down, just like she had
last time. The other boys asked me how it felt, and I said,
`Fantastic!' I mean, it really was fantastic. So they asked her
whether she would suck them too. I couldn't believe it when she said
yes."

D.A. was amazed too. He just said, "wow."

"So everybody got their turn too. They just pulled down their pants
and Debbie sucked them. It was awesome, you should have been there!"

D.A. thought to himself, well yes, if I had been invited. But perhaps
Woody would be able to get him an invitation the next time a party
like this was planned.

"So just as she was finishing sucking the last one, Steve, no it was
Joe, this bell rang. `Quick, put your clothes on,' she said, `it's my
mom.' She had this bell wired up to ring whenever anybody started
coming up the stairs."

D.A. said, "Debbie set that up? I would have thought she was too
ditzy for that."

"Oh yeah, her older brother set that up, it used to be his room before
he went away to college. Anyway, so we were all scrambling to find our
clothes and put them on, except for Joe, who said, `wait a minute, I'm
gonna shoot,' so Debbie just put her mouth on his thing again and let
him shoot his jizz into her mouth. It just took a second, but we could
hear the footsteps up the stairs, and we were freaking that her mom
might see this. So Paula gave him this big-ol' book, and just as the
door opened, Joe put it in front of him like he was reading it."

D.A. continued listening attentively, not too much distracted by
Woody's little brother Robert running up and down the stairs playing
with a ball.

"Then her mom comes in with milk and cookies and stuff, and she says,
`hi kids, having a nice time? Here's a snack for you.' Joe's
sitting there in the chair with no pants on and with this big book in
front of his dick, and his underpants are on the floor, so we're all
kind of freaking, but Debbie just says, `yes, thanks mom.' and her mom
goes back downstairs. We just sat there for a minute and then busted
out laughing. It was just too funny."

"Then Monica asked Debbie whether she wanted some cookies. Debbie just
got this expression on her face and said, `no thanks, I've already had
my snack.'" At this Woody burst out laughing too, and D.A. had to join
in.

Woody's little brother running up and down outside was distracting
D.A. a little. The kid was bare-chested and wearing a pair of
Underoos, and D.A. realized he was actually pretty cute. He was blond
with dark brown eyes, his hair in a mushroom cut, and his summer tan
was just beginning to fade. D.A. could make out the tan lines from the
kid's swimsuit, both above and below the underpants.

The story was making D.A. quite hot, and he wanted to hear more. "Then
what happened?"

Woody answered, "then we had milk and cookies, played Monopoly,
listened to some music."

"You didn't do anything else?"

"Naah. I asked Debbie if I could get between her legs, but she said
she was saving for the right guy. Man, getting sucked is nice, but I
want some puss-ay." At this, Woody bucked his hips forward to
illustrate his point, making his hard-on perfectly clear for D.A. to
see.

D.A. said, "well, I'd be happy just to get sucked."

Woody asked, as if slightly surprised, "you never have?"

"Uh-uh."

"Well, if you just want to get sucked, maybe Robert would do it. He'll
put anything in his mouth. He still sucks his thumb when he thinks
people aren't looking. Do you know what we used to call him?"

D.A.'s eyes flicked up to the titlebar. "Oral Robert?"

"Yeah," Woody said, laughing. "How'd you guess?" Then he called out
into the hall, "Robert!"

D.A. wasn't expecting anything like this. He felt as if his prick was
about to bust out of his shorts.

Woody called out again, "Robert!" The little boy showed up at the
doorway, looking a little apprehensive. D.A. looked at him more
carefully. The underoos hung on his thin frame, showing a tantalizing
outline of his round butt and just a hint of basket in front.

Woody asked him, "Hey Rob, do you want something to suck on? Besides
your thumb?"

At that last jibe, the boy looked guiltily at his hand then quietly
asked, "like what?"

Woody pointed at D.A.'s midsection and said, "How about his peepee?"
The thin fabric of the shorts was certainly not doing a good job
hiding his boner.

Robert looked dubious, as if he was wondering why he'd want to. Woody
opened a little box on the table beside his bed and took out a
lollipop. "You can have this if you do," he said. At this, Robert's
face brightened.

Robert reached his hand toward the shorts, barely touching the
front. To D.A., it was as if an electric shock passed directly from
the boy's hand into his body. Then, to D.A.'s amazement, the little
boy nodded and said, "ok".

Woody sprang into action. He pushed aside a heap of clothes and
blankets lying on the bed, then motioned for D.A. to lie down.
D.A. settled in on his back and got comfortable. At this point, his
penis was throbbing. He pulled down his shorts for the little boy to
get access, and saw that the tip was just visible inside its enclosing
foreskin.

Robert lay down on top of D.A. and got settled. The skin-to-skin
contact felt wonderful to D.A. He could feel the little boy's breath
on his stomach. At the same time, the kid's Underoos were right in his
face, and he could smell a mixture of laundry detergent, stale pee,
and boy musk.

The little boy licked the tip of D.A.'s penis, and he felt
electrified. He said, "yeah," deeply. The kid took this as a hint, and
took more of the shaft inside his mouth. D.A. felt the hot, wet lips
around his penis, and his entire body seemed to be inside. The little
boy's crotch was right in front of his face, and the temptation was
too much. He pulled the undies down, and took in the sight and aroma
of the boy's buttcheeks and little penis. He could see it was already
semi-hard.

At the same time, D.A. noticed out of the corner of his eye that Woody
had already pulled down his shorts, and was idly touching his own
penis. This just made him more excited.

D.A. felt like he wanted to jam his penis all the way down the little
boy's throat. He restrained his urge because he didn't want to hurt
Robert, but did buck his hips slightly, and say, "suck it." In
response, the boy pressed his lips around the shaft and began pumping
up and down more vigorously.

At this time, D.A. felt like he was close to coming. He had never been
this sexually excited. The kid's butt in his face, which normally he
would find disgusting, was now appealing to him. He licked at it, and
from the response Robert obviously was enjoying it.

D.A. then repositioned himself slightly and tilted his head so he
could take the small penis into his mouth. He began going at it the
way he wanted to get sucked, pushing his lips hard against the base,
then sucking as he drew his mouth almost off the penis, so that just
the head was inside. At that point, he licked around the head and
jammed his mouth back down. At this, the boy moaned softly and started
bucking his hips, making his own sensations even more intense.

D.A. was already right at the edge, and this was too much for him. His
semen exploded from his balls, through his penis, and into the little
boy's mouth. Robert shuddered and stopped his bucking, swallowing the
sweet cum in his mouth.


4.

The next day, D.A.'s mind was all abuzz. He had really enjoyed the
experiences, but he had just had sex with a little boy, and now his
friend Woody was probably going to think he was gay.

He started to seriously worry about what would happen if Woody told
all his friends and he would be ridiculed at school, when the phone
rang. Somebody downstairs picked it up after the first ring. A moment
later he heard his mom's voice calling up the stairs, "D.A., it's your
friend Woody."

D.A. raced down the stairs, his heart pumping. What was his friend
going to say. Would he be angry about what had happened? D.A. picked
up the phone with some trepidation and said, "hello."

Woody said, "hey D.A. What's up?"

"Not much."

"Can you come over?"

"Sure, ok."

"Cool. Robert's here too."

D.A. told his mom he was going to Woody's house to play, then walked
over to Woody's house, heart still pounding. When he knocked, Woody
opened the door. D.A.'s attention was immediately drawn to Woody's
shorts, which were shiny yellow with black piping around the
legs. D.A. stepped inside and saw that Robert was wearing skimpy
little red shorts, just as shiny. Both boys were wearing t-shirts that
looked a size or so too small.

D.A. thought about how cute they both looked, which of course
immediately reminded him of the day before. He felt a wave of guilt,
then tried to put all those thoughts from his mind.

Woody led them into the living room and they sat down in comfortable
chairs.

Robert asked, "you know that stuff we did yesterday?"

D.A. nodded, feeling a brand new wave of guilt wash over. Well, so
much for trying to put it from his mind now. "Yeah, I, uh, well," he
began, turning the kind of bronzed-red shade his Vietnamese skin
showed when he got embarrassed.

"Can we do it again? It was fun."

D.A. was shocked. This, he was not expecting. "Uh, you want to?"

Robert nodded eagerly, putting his hand to his crotch. D.A. noticed a
tent in Robert's shorts, especially when the boy rearranged himself.

Woody just grinned slyly.

D.A. replied, "well, OK then." He went over to the couch and sat down
next to Robert. He gingerly put his hands on the boy's waistband and
started pulling the shorts down. The little boy was squirming in
anticipation.

When the shorts were pulled down a little bit, Robert's cock sprung
out, small but almost completely stiff. D.A. immediately felt an
intense desire, and put his head down, engulfing the cock entirely. He
savored the smooth feeling of the skin.

With his teeth and tongue, he gently pushed back the foreskin, then
licked all around the head of the cock. Robert obviously was enjoying
it, judging by his squrming.

D.A. was surprised by the intensity of his desire was to make this boy
cum. He pressed his lips over the stiff little rod, then began to pump
up and down over it. As he sucked, his hands explored the round
contours of the little boy's buttocks.

Robert seemed to like this, and started thrusting his hips into D.A.'s
mouth. With the stiff cock pumping his mouth, D.A. found his attention
wandering to the boy's butt. While massaging the rump, he extended his
index finger and began exploring the boy's crack. He slowly worked it
towards the boy's bud, then began massaging.

The little boy's response was electric. He pumped even faster,
bringing himself right to the brink of orgasm. D.A. pushed his finger
inside, and almost immediately stopped pumping and became almost
rigid. The little cock was no longer pumping in and out, but it seemed
to be pulsing. D.A. just let the boy have his dry orgasm, finger warm
inside but not moving.

The scene was still and quiet for a bit, Robert beginning to relax,
D.A. savoring the feel of the still-hard pulsing cock in his
mouth. Then, they hear Woody call out "fucking hot!", followed by the
sound of semen splashing on Woody's skin. They both turn to look, and
see him sprawled out on his back, shorts pulled down, cock in hand,
and jizz all over his chest and belly.

Woody looked at Robert and asks, "lick it up, ok?" Robert pulled out
from D.A.'s mouth, then kneeled over Woody's belly, lapping up the cum
like a puppy eating dogfood.

D.A. was charged up almost beyond belief at this scene. He felt
intensely that he, too, desperately needed release. And he did get the
release he needed, but exactly how that happened is a story for
another day.