Date: Sun, 8 May 2016 21:53:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Leapfrog, "Gay/Adult Youth, oral anal, m/M

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                       Leapfrog
                         By
                        Wolf

	When I was a youngster I worshipped my mother's
young brother, Bruce.  He was a three letterman in high
school.  When he went to the State University on a football
scholarship he was a wide receiver because he was strong
enough to take on 300pound linemen and catch passes over
the heads of defensive backs.

	I was always thrilled to ride 'bitch' on the back of his
bike.  His bike was customized with metal flake flames and
chrome all over it.  He took me places like the beach and the
mountains.  Riding around mountain curves was so much fun.

	He was six-foot six tall and I was only eye level with his
belt buckle.  He had dark hair with a full beard.  I would do
anything he told me to do.  One time he asked me to steal a
watermelon of a stake bed truck parked on the shoulder of
the road with no one in sight, of course I did and we sped
away on the bike.  We ate the watermelon overlooking the
Ocean.  Another time he told me to approach a very pretty
woman and tell her, "I want to suck your pussy!"  I did so and
ran away without waiting for her to respond.

	When we were at the public park he would wrestle
playfully with me until I would be sweating profusely.  He
assured me that I would be stronger for it.  In fact I did get
stronger.  I could beat any boy in my grammar school in a
fight, even guys older than me.

      One particularly warm day we took the bike on a ride up
the coastal road.  We stopped for gas and got bugger's, fries,
and cokes to go.  He pulled off the road and followed a trail
that led down to a secluded cove.  It was a great place
completely hidden from the road with a white sandy beach.
After we ate or food we longed around for a little while we
were getting a little too warm.  Bruce suggested that we go
for a swim.

	I pointed out, "We don't have any bathing suits!"

	Bruce laughed, "We don't need bathing suits here!  We
can go skinny dipping!"

	The idea of going swimming naked was exciting to me,
so we took off out clothes.

	Bruce was wearing black leather chaps over Levi's and
a custom leather motorcycle jacket over a leather vest
covered with patches.  His shirt was soaking wet.  No wonder
he wanted to go swimming.

	I thought about keeping my tidy whites on, but Bruce
insisted on us taking off our underwear.  When Bruce pulled
down his boxer shorts I was duly impressed with his package.
His balls dangled in a lose sack almost half way to his knees
and a thick patch of dark pubic hair around his cock that hung
limply at least seven inches, and unlike me, his cock was
uncut.  The foreskin dangled loosely beyond the head of his
cock.

	We went running out through the surf until I was chest
deep and he was waist deep.  We splashed each other.  The
water felt cold, and it didn't take long before we agreed to go
back to shore.  When we reached the wet sand we flopped on
our backs, to let the sun worm us up.  We were laying on the
incline of the wet sand so we were able to look down at the
waves as they rolled into the cove.

	Bruce asked me, "Do you produce cum when you jack-
off?"

	The question embarrassed me.  After all, my mother
was constantly telling me it was wrong whenever she caught
me masturbating, but I finely I admitted to Bruce that I was
making cum when I masturbate.  I said, "Mom always tells me
it is wrong to play with myself!"

	Bruce said, "Everyone masturbates.  I jack-off three or
four time a day!"

	When he said that made me feel better, because I only
masturbate one or two times a day.  I said, "I masturbate at
least once a day."

	"Is it clear or milky white?"

	"It is clear."

	Can I taste it?"  With that he reached over and took
hold of my penis and started jacking me off.  "Go ahead and
take hold of mine and jack-me-off!"

	Just before I was about to cum he leaned over and took
my penis into his mouth and actually sucked it until I squirted
in his mouth.

	He said, "Cum is the nectar of the GOD'S!"

	"You have to give it a try!"  With that he placed his
hand on the back of my neck and pulled me over to his lap.
He rubbed the head of his cock against my lips.  There was a
slippery tasteless liquid leaking from the tip of his foreskin.  I
opened my mouth at the same time I pulled his loose skin
back to expose the head of his cock.  I was able to wrap my
hand around it, and still not be able to get all of his cock into
my mouth.  I eventually felt his cock jerk and he squirted
plenty of white cum into my mouth.  Some leaked out of the
corners of my mouth and ran down my chin.

	When he recovered Bruce suggested that we play
'Leapfrog.'

	The idea of us jumping over each other's backs in the
nude seemed a silly kinds game and strange to me, but I
would do anything he asked of me.

	It was no problem for him to hope over my back when I
bent over, but he had to get down on his hands and knees for
me to be able to leap over his back.  Several times I felt his
cock and balls rub my back as he jumped over me.  When I
got tired I was dragging my own cock and balls all over his
back.

	When I told him I was too tired to make it over his
back, he suggested, "Why don't you rest on my back?"

	I straddle his butt and I bent my legs.  My knees only
went half way down the length of his thighs.  It was exciting
to be lying on his back.  Bruce told me to stick my cock in his
asshole.  As strange as his request was, I managed to get my
hand between our bodies and guide my cock into his asshole.
He started bucking a little and I was fucking him.

	It must have been a sight a boy half his size fucking him
piggy back.   I had another orgasm but I could only produce a
couple of squirts.  I felt so tired I couldn't even get off his
back.

	We eventually picked up or clothes and got dressed,
walked back up to where he parked the bike.  I felt like a king
riding on the back of his bike clinging to his waist.  I even
playfully squeezed his cock.

	We spent most of the summer taking the bike back to
the beach.  We played 'Leapfrog' every time we went to the
beach.  He let me fuck him four times before he told me, "It is
about time I introduced you to breading"

	It didn't take much imagination to figure out he wanted
to fuck me.  "You could never get your cock in my ass!"

	Bruce took a gold foil packet from his jacket pocket and
ripped it open with his teeth.  He assured me that the
lubricated rubber would make it easier to get in my ass.  He
assured me that once it got past my sphincter it would be
easier.  He pulled me up onto my knees and crouch over my
butt as he put the tip of his cock against my asshole.  He
shocked me by driving it in quickly.

	The pain shot through me like a hot iron bar had been
shoved up my ass.  I couldn't help crying out in pain.  The
sound of the pounding surf drowned out the sounds of my
cry of pain.

	Bruce fucked me hard and fast until he shot his load.
When he pulled out my asshole was still throbbing.  Cum was
dripping from my asshole.  He pulled me to me feet and
dragged me waist deep in the water.  The cold water at least
took the sting out of my ass.  My ass throbbed sitting on the
little pat on the back finder all the way home.

	I was in no hurry to do that again, but Bruce insisted
that I would get used to it after a few more times, but I
wasn't ready to try that again for three days.

	The second time wasn't as bad, but it still hurt.  By the
fourth time I was actually looking forward to him fucking me.
When it was over and we were riding home the throbbing in
my ass was a present feeling.  I actually wanted to feel his
cock in my ass again.

	That was the beginning of me being a bitch for bers
with big cocks.



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