Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 04:30:19 -0800
From: PanHandle <toast@888.nu>
Subject: Interesting Evening With Bobby

***DISCLAIMER: This story is about a brief encounter with a boy that I
dreamed one night. It did not happen. If you want to email me, email to
toast@888.nu


		     An Interesting Evening with Bobby
			   By Martin the Martian

I finished the last of my Pepsi and dropped the can into the trash as I
walked through the park on my way home from a hard day's work. I loosened
my tie and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. The evening air was cool
and refreshing - much better than being cooped up in that horrible little
office all day with a window that only opened an inch and the
air-conditioning was busted.

I checked my watch and saw that it was 7:40pm. I had worked late because I
was saving up to take a trip to Arizona to visit some friends. I was
walking home because I only lived fifteen minutes away from work and going
through the park was a shortcut. I looked around and saw that the park was
almost empty. I really needed to take a leak and I didn't think I could
wait till I got home. I decided it would be safe to go into the bushes and
urinate there, as no one was around to see me.

Taking another quick look around to double-check that the park was empty, I
ducked into the bushes next to the pond and found a secluded enough place
to piss. I unzipped and dug my cock out and stood against a bush as I let
the hot stream of piss soak the ground in front of me. I really needed
that! I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't take a leak right
then. And then, while I still had my cock out and was still pissing, a
voice from behind me said, "Hello, Martin."

I turned, horrified, trying to cut off the stream of piss but it was just
too hard. When I looked in the direction of the voice, I saw Bobby, a young
boy that lived on my block, standing before me, smiling. I turned back to
the bush and tried desperately to finish off. "Um, Bobby. Hey. What are you
doing here?" I asked him.

Suddenly he was standing beside me was undoing the zipper on his pants.
"Nothing much," Bobby replied and he proceeded to piss right next to me. I
stole a glance at his tiny little cock in his hand as he stood there and my
own cock began to get hard. But I was STILL pissing, so I couldn't put it
away.

Bobby looked up at me. "You're getting hard," he said. "Josh says that when
you get hard you want sex." I instantly fell in love with his directness,
but I was still embarrassed by getting hard in front of him. Bobby was
about ten years old and had short dark hair and brown eyes. He had a snub
little nose and I always fantasized about him.

"Does he?" I asked as I shook off and put my cock away again, hurriedly
zipping up again.

Bobby shook his tiny boycock and put it away. He turned to me again. "I've
never seen a man's hard on before. Except Josh's but he's only thirteen so
that doesn't count. Can I see it?"

"You want to see it?" I questioned, shocked by what I heard him say.

He nodded. "I'll show you mine too."

"I don't know, Bobby. It wouldn't be right," I said, but I wanted to let
him see it. I wanted to have his little hand around it and my hand around
his.

"Go on," he urged. "I won't tell anyone. You can see mine." He then
unzipped his pants again and dropped them to his ankles. He stood there in
his white briefs holding up the front of his shirt with his other hand on
the waistline of his underwear. I could see a slight bulge in the front of
them and I was desperate to see him naked.

"Bobby," I said, "What if someone comes?"

"No one will," he said. "It's okay if you don't want to. I just thought you
would."

"I do," I breathed heavily. "God I do. But Bobby, it's dangerous if someone
comes. I'll get into trouble and people could do horrible things to me."

"They won't," he insisted. "Please?" When he said please like that I just
wanted to melt in front of him. I nodded that I would show him and I
reached for my pants. Bobby pushed his briefs down his lithe legs and I
stared at him from my position two feet away from him. I was amazed that
Bobby was getting hard himself and by this time I was already fully erect
and ready to cum.

I bit on my lip and dropped my pants and boxers in one swift movement.
Bobby stared at my throbbing cock as I stared at him.

He gripped his cock in his hand and said, "Do you jerk off? I do all the
time."

"Yes," I said softly, my voice full of passion, and I gripped my own hard
dick and started to masturbate in front of this ten-year-old sexy
boy. After about half a minute of doing this, I dropped to my knees,
forgetting all my worries, and I went forward to him and cupped his ass in
one of my hands, taking his cock into my mouth. He moaned in pleasure and I
continued to jerk myself off, loving the feel and taste of his little
erection in my moist and warm mouth.

Bobby's firm ass was so smooth under my touch and emanated a certain bodily
heat that I could only sense a young boy could have. We were both alive
with animal passions and the desire to climax together as one. I continued
to masturbate my stiff inches, working slowly up and down, then fast, head
to base, head to base, long strokes followed by short rapid strokes, and
then I'd slow it down again each time I felt myself near that point at
which I could not turn back. Bobby stood there in front of me, his hands
resting on my head as I worked up a sweat by sucking off his ten-year-old
boy cock. With the hand I had on his round butt, I ran my fingers gently
down his crack and he shivered in ecstasy. I was in Heaven. My forefinger
lightly touched his puckered rosebud hole and I wanted to be inside him. I
wanted to thrust my hard cock up inside his tight little pink hole and hear
him scream my name in pleasure.

As if sensing my thoughts, Bobby's hands came down to his buttocks and he
parted then for my finger. As I constantly sucked on his little rod, I
slowly eased my finger inside him. It was tough as my finger was dry, but
he relaxed his hole for me and I pressed in until reaching the second
knuckle. Moans and groans escaped his lips and I sucked harder.

A moment after, Bobby said, "Do you want to fuck me, Martin?"

I let his cock fall from my mouth, a grin stretching my face as I said,
"Yes. If you want me to." I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet
that had a condom in it. As I was doing this, Bobby came to his knees
before me and pressed his lips against mine. For a moment I did not move. I
was simply enjoying the gentle touch of his soft plush lips brushing
against mine. Then I slowly parted my mouth and he did the same. With a
gentle lick, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he jutted his own tongue
forward to caress mine.

And then, instantly, he was turning onto his hands and knees and pulling
his butt cheeks apart again for me. I tore the condom from its pack and
rolled it down over my throbbing hard on. I needed this so badly it was
unbelievable. "Oh, Bobby!" I breathed. "Oh man, this is gonna hurt you."

"I don't care," Bobby said over his shoulder. "Just do it."

I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over the condom - I knew the
condom's own lubricant wouldn't be enough for Bobby's young and tight
hole. Then I gripped his shoulders and said, "Here it comes. Keep your ass
relaxed and it won't hurt as bad." I pressed my cock head against Bobby's
puckering hole and pushed gently forward.

With a little extra force from Bobby as he pushed back against me, my cock
head popped in and Bobby groaned. Through gritted teeth he said, "Don't
stop. Keep going. That's so good."

Slowly, I eased forward into him as much as I could. When I finally reached
the hilt and had my entire cock inside Bobby's little ass, I paused to
allow him to get used to the feel of it. And then I slowly draw back till I
was almost out again, and pushed forward, back, forward, out, in. I gripped
Bobby's hips then and built my speed up, sweat dripping from my face down
onto his back.

Harder and harder I pumped until suddenly, with a scream, I erupted into
him, my cum filling the condom and it felt like it was the best climax I
had ever had.

I sighed, and with that, I woke up. It may not have been real, but it sure
felt real in the dream. I could never look young Bobby in the eye after
that passion-filled dream. And I'm not ashamed to say it, but I woke up
that morning with the biggest hard on I ever had and my boxers were soaked
through with cum. Nothing could ever live up to that dream. Isn't that
always the way?

**

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