Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2008 10:38:27 -0800
From: Gary Pinto <gmony6@gmail.com>
Subject: BOBBY BLUE EYES, Part 2

BOBBY BLUE EYES

By Max the Cat

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(M/b T/b)

Part 2: Should I Join or Not?

 Bobby sat on the edge of his bed counting the money he had received from
the filming, three hundred and fifty dollars, more than he had ever seen in
his life. He hid it in the tip of an old pair of shoes and slipped them
under his mattress, what to do, what to do. He stripped and got under the
covers and found his boi-cock hard and he still had the sperm taste in the
recesses of his mouth, he realized that the taste was enticing and he
started to masturbate. He closed his eyes and saw blank faces with big
cocks. He was licking and mouthing them, he took one deep it was really a
turn on to him. His red capped cock was trembling, he knew he was going to
cum and threw back the covers and grabbed the tingling fleshy stalk and
looked at the hole in his penis open up and spit out sticky white fluid
which landed on his bare chest in three splats. He laid back, his breath
coming in short blasts. Bobby took a finger and scooped up some and placed
it on his tongue and savored the acrid taste then more and more until he
had consumed the complete offering.

      "Gee I taste good "he thought to himself. Bobby got up and got a warm
wash cloth and cleaned himself off, then went to sleep and dreamt he was
laying on a warm beach and many men wanted him. On many occasions he opened
his legs and an non-faced man would fuck him and he would thank the unseen
man and then another would replace him and it would start all over again.

 He was woken out of a sound sleep by his sister Christy. "Wake up, hey
Blue eyes wake up" and he sat up very groggy.

      "What, what do you want?"

      "Bobby, the witch is dead, she's on the couch stone cold."

      Bobby didn't get it, "who, what?" he asked.

      "Its Gran she died, she's on the sofa," Christy said.

      Now he jumped up still naked "nice dick" Christy said "and he quickly
dressed. "Don't be funny "he looked around "she's dead, how, why, what will
happen to us?" he spurted out words quickly.

     Christy was sixteen and came and went as she pleased "I have an
I.D. that says I'm eighteen so I'm heading to California or Las Vegas, I
can strip or do porn or both, I guess CPS will come for you."

      Bobby shook the cobwebs from his head, "CPS what's that?"

      "You know, Child Protective Services, they'll put you in a home or
with a family. They are not going to let you run free, and I can't take
care of you, right?"

      Bobby didn't want to go to a home and a family, he had heard horror
stories about that. He quickly thought of Arnold and B.T.W. All of a sudden
the beaches of Rio sounded good, or at least better than anything else that
came to mind. Bobby dialed Arnold's phone number.

      "Hello," came from the other end, but it didn't sound like Arnold.

      "Can I speak to Arnold? This is Bobby."

      A somewhat familiar voice said, "what's up dude, its Demond."

      Bobby grinned and said, "Hi, Demond, can I please talk to Arnold?
It's an emergency of sorts."

      From the other end, "Hey Arnold it's Bobby, he says its an
emergency."

      Then a pause and, "Hey Bobby what's up?"

      Bobby explained his plight and Arnold thought "ka-ching!" Aloud he
said "say Bobby do you want me to pick you up? I think I can help you son."

      Bobby thought for a short moment then said "I'll be at the park in
five minutes, please get me."

      In the background he heard Arnold talking to Demond, then "I'm on my
way Bobby, don't worry, we'll work this out," and he hung up.

      Bobby got his money and grabbed a few things and headed to the door
where Christy was standing.

      "I'm waiting for the ambulance, where you going?" she asked.

      He pulled out three hundred dollars and stuffed it in Christy's
hand. "For California or Vegas, just be safe, I have a plan, just don't
tell them about me." and headed out the door. He looked back and blew her a
kiss and headed to the park in the morning sun.

      When Bobby got to the park the SUV was waiting for him. "Sorry about
your Grandmother, Bobby," Arnold said gently.

      Bobby shrugged, she was a pain, but he had a tear trickling down a
rosy cheek. "My sister is going to California or Vegas, she wants to do
porn or strip or both."

      Arnold patted his leg.  "I'll call someone, give her a foot in the
door."

      The boy looked at him and smiled. "Thank you Arnold, she's my only
family."

      Arnold looked over at him. "B.T.W. is your family now, they'll take
good care of you, they liked the DVD. I sent it by computer and they loved
you and those eyes".

      When they got back to the apartment he made breakfast for Bobby, then
got on the phone to the company's lawyer to start on the legal stuff to get
the control of Bobby's fate. The boy demolished the ham; eggs, hash browns,
toast and milk. Arnold told him to take a shower. He came out wrapped in a
towel. "I swear you are one hot piece of ass, I may shoot you and Demond
again. Do you think you're up to it?"

      Bobby thought about Demond. "I guess if you want, I'm game".

      Arnold told him that Demond was on the deck getting some sun and
Bobby slid open the glass door and went out to see the eighteen year
old. Demond was on a chaise lounge naked.

      "Say little dude, what's up?"

      Bobby smiled at the mulatto boy. "I'm here now, Arnold wants to shoot
another DVD with us."

      Demond sat up "yes, I know, and I'm gonna love it, I got off fucking
you yesterday, it was hot".

      Bobby looked at the teen "I had a dream about it last night."

      The teen stood up, his dark skinned penis swung between his legs. "I
hope it was a good one!" then walked in to talk to Arnold. Coming back out
a minute later, he reported, "he says that we will shoot it this afternoon
in the sun, he wants it to be an outside scene, something different." He
again laid out on the chaise lounge and enjoyed the sun. Bobby followed
suit in the second chaise lounge, the sun feeling good on his skin.

      At one o'clock the teen and Bobby lay out on a large blanket. Arnold
instructed, "Ok let's start out in the sixty-nine position. Bobby you on
top and Demond you take it from there." The filming began with Bobby on top
sucking the dark boys thick cock and the Mulatto sucking on Bobby's
boi-cock, both sticks of flesh hard as a rock. This action lasted for some
ten minutes, then Demond laid back. Bobby sat down on the slick lubed
teen's penis and it could be seen slowly disappear into Bobby's body. Once
again Arnold's cock was hard and he thought to himself "this boy was a
find." Bobby was moving up and down on the fleshy tube his blue eyes
sparkling. Demond had hold of Bobby's hips and helped the boy go up and
down. Bobby's boi-cock stuck straight out in its excitement. Bobby was
truly enjoying being the center of attention; he knew that men would buy
the DVD and in their rooms beat off like no tomorrow and it would be
because of him. Demond rolled Bobby onto his side, not letting his big cock
slip out of Bobby's tight chute and his hip pounding hard.

      Demond whispered into Bobby's ear, "I'm gonna lay back and you suck
me off." Bobby did as instructed not saying a word. He took hold of
Demond's dark skinned meat, moved down to the mulatto teen's pucker and ran
his pink tongue around the tight hole. Then he moved to the space between
the scrotum and pucker and began to lightly nibble the sensitive skin for a
few minutes. Arnold thought he would cum in his pants. Bobby took one
scrotum-wrapped testicle in his mouth and mouthed it, then the second. The
new boi-slut slowly licked and nibbled the underside until he reached the
plum purple corona and sank it into his mouth. The camera filmed the cock
slowly move inch by inch into Bobby's mouth. It could be seen pushing left
and right in the boy's throat, with his tongue licking the coiled hair
scrotum left to right.

      Arnold`s cock spit cum in his pants!

      Demond was moving up as Bobby move down to meet the thrust and
Demond's teeth began to grit and grind. "I'm cumming Bobby," he yelled out
and his penis opened up and shot his offering into Bobby's gullet. The boy
kept the cock in place and breathed out his nose, As Demond shot cum,
Bobby's cock exploded, it felt so good.

      Finally Arnold filmed the cock slowly coming up from Bobby's throat,
inch by slick inch. The purple plum cap was only held there by the boys cum
crusted lips as they kissed Demond's penis and ran his tongue over the
slick cap. "Oh my god" came from the Mulatto teen's mouth. "I think you
sucked out my nuts, Bobby."

      Bobby couldn't help it, he began to laugh out loud and kept licking
his lips and sat back on his haunches. He turned to Arnold and his camera,
saying "Good to the last drop." He again ran his pink tongue over his lips.

      Arnold said "cut!" He put down the camera and got a towel, dropped
his pants and cleaned up the semen. He shook his head and said, "damn,
damn, double damn that was hot."

      Demond and Bobby got into the hot tub and soaked.

      A little while later Arnold joined them. He asked, "Should I order
pizza?"

      The two film stars said "yeah, maybe we need two!"

      The three ate and drank soda. Arnold was talking on the phone. The
info he had given the company had already been processed, the judge had
affixed his signature and Bobby's guardians were the B.T.W. Company. He was
to move quickly to the Rio facility. "Bobby, we have a white sandy beach
under some warm sun just for you."

      Bobby cocked his head, "already?"

      Arnold laughed, "when we want someone we work damn fast. You leave
Friday. Oh, the Company got hold of your sister and paid her flight to Los
Angeles. That sound ok to you?"

      Everything had gone so fast, he didn't know what to say, except
"Thank-You".

      "You're welcome, and your sister gets a few films as soon as she
arrives. A strip club will try her out for thirty days. If she shows
promise she gets a contract. That's the best we can do."

      Bobby was in shock "Again thanks! I really appreciate what you're
doing."

Part 3: Rio de Janeiro here I come!

Thanks to Cutterman and Jellofunk's pictures. Thanks to my new editor
Warren Bigness!