Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 01:12:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: tendersteak@yahoo.com
Subject: Robbie in a new light

Robbie was laying on his stomach on the living room floor watching the TV,
his small-yet-muscular globes occasionally moving underneath his bathrobe -
a dark green one Deborah's mom gave him. Something about how his hips were
moving got my dick to twitching. I had no idea a 6 year old could be so
sensual. I sat down behind him and slowly pulled his legs toward me,
bringing his ass in contact with my aching cock...

I suppose I should start further back. My name is Kevin. I'm 33 years old
at the time of this story, and had been married to Deborah for two
years. Her two children from a previous marriage - Cindy, 8, and Robbie, 6
- had grown up largely without a paternal presence, as their biological
father was a raging drunk who occasionally drifted into their lives when
his mother browbeat him into it.

While it wasn't important to me (or anyone else in my new family), it might
be worth noting that Deborah, Cindy and Robbie are African-American, while
I am of European descent. This caused the sperm donor no end of
consternation in that he didn't want "no white man raising his kids". We
didn't pay him much attention, other than to make sure that the kids were
safe around him.

After marrying, we moved into a four bedroom home, giving the kids each
their own room for the first time in their lives. They were ecstatic and
were very territorial about their new "domains".

Anyway, Robbie and I got along very well, other than the occasional bouts
of temper on Robbie's part. He was frequently subconsciously confused by
his father's absence, even with me now in his life.

For my part, this was my first marriage and had no direct experience in
child rearing. I knew that I liked kids and they in general liked
me. Little did I know how much...

One day Robbie was not feeling well - I think he might have stayed up late
and wasn't in a good space to go to school - and I volunteered to stay home
from work to watch him.

Deborah took Cindy to school and herself to work, calling as she left that
she would call at noon or so to see how things were with Robbie.

After I called into to work to explain the situation, I sat up in bed
watching the news on TV. Robbie woke up at about 9:00, rubbing his eyes as
he walked into the master bedroom. His tight white underwear was in sharp
contrast with his milk-chocolate colored skin. Robbie was thin without
being skinny, but parts of him, like his calves and upper arms, were
beginning to develop some kid-muscles. His belly button (a slight outie)
was set in his tummy like a shallow pocket with a piece of bubblegum
resting inside. A dark line, which I understand is common in young black
boys, ran from his belly button down into his underwear.

His hair was cut in a "fade", very close to his nearly-perfectly shaped
head. He had full lips and a cute nose that wasn't quite a button-nose. All
in all, a good looking boy.

"Hey sport," I said, "how'd you sleep?"

"Okay. Where's Mom?" He mumbled - it was obvious he was going to need to
take it slow and easy today.

"She's at work. I've been elected to make sure you get some rest. You
hungry?"

Robbie thought about it. "No, not really." He stared at the TV, trying to
figure out what I was watching.

"Want to watch some TV in here?" I asked

"Whatcha watchin'?"

"The news - whatcha want to watch?"

He thought for a moment, and while he was standing there it struck me that
Robbie was really very cute. "Zaboomafoo?"

I chuckled, thinking that I should have guessed. Zaboomafoo was his
favorite kids show. "No problem. Climb up, champ!"

Robbie climbed up into the bed and burrowed under the covers.  While he did
I got a good look at his smooth legs and chest, which quickly disappeared
under the sheets, but I could feel immediately as he crawled up and clamped
himself to my right leg and side. I raised my arm and let him snuggle into
my ribcage, letting it rest against his back, rubbing lazy trails up and
down his spine.

I was wearing my normal sleepwear - boxers - and have quite a bit of fur
all over my body. Robbie found my body hair fascinating, and spent quiet
times like this petting my arm like it was a stuffed animal, pulling the
hair gently and pushing it back down.

I changed the channel to PBS, and we settled down to watch the stuffed
lemur cavort around the screen.

Robbie had his leg resting on top of my right one, and like most
six-year-olds he wasn't good at sitting still doing nothing - even when
watching TV. His foot moved up and down my shin in time with his hand
movements on my arm. Other than that, he was completed relaxed.

After about ten minutes, Robbie unconsciously rubbed his leg slowly against
the top of my thigh, which is also furry. Occasionally, his knee would
graze the tip of my cock. He seemed oblivious to this, watching the TV show
intently.

I, on the other hand, began to feel the effects of the stimulation. My hand
moved on his back in time with his leg, slowly caressing his shoulder
blades, then down to his tailbone, then up his ribs. His breathing slowed
to being imperceptable.

All the while, his right leg, foot and knee were still doing their
thing. My dick plumped up to semi-hardness and I thought to myself 'is he
doing this intentionally?'

Just then, his knee stopped moving. "What's that?" he asked.

"What's what, sport?"

Robbie lifted the covers, showing his knee still touching my now-fully-hard
dick. "That. It feels wet."

Sure enough, my dick had started leaking precum through my boxers. Not sure
how much information to give him, I decided to take it slow without lying
to him.

"That's my penis, Robbie."

"Why is it hard like that?" he asked

"Well, it gets hard when something's happening that feels good. Like you
rubbing my leg."

He sat thinking for a moment. "Why is it wet? Did you pee?"

"No, Robbie, that's not pee. It just leaks a little when it feels really
good, that's all."

Robbie processed that info. After about 5 seconds he asked, "Can I see it?"

I was apprehensive about exposing myself to him, not sure how he'd
react. But I must admit I was also a little excited. "Sure...if you want
to."

He looked up at me, grinning a little, and nodded.

Robbie withdrew a little bit to let me extricate my arm. I hooked my thumbs
into the waistband of my boxers and unhurriedly pulled them down to my
ankles, bending at the waist then laying back. My cock was twitching in
time with my pulse, angling about 30 degrees from my stomach.

He stared in fascination at my throbbing cock, the lemur and his friends
forgotten. His feet were drawn up under him as he examined my manhood. He
made no move towards it with his hands, but he shifted his legs as if to
get comfortable.

"You can touch it if you want," I said in a low voice so as not to startle
him.

Without haste, he reached his hand out and rested his thumb and first two
fingers around the shaft of my dick. "It's soft," he whispered.

"Yeah - it's not really different than yours, just bigger 'cause I'm
older."

He continued examining me while I was talking. "Wow, you got hair there
too!"

"Yup, I'm pretty furry," I replied while he squeezed me gently. As he did
so, a drop of precum oozed out of the piss slit.

His brow furrowed, "Hey what's that?"

"That's called semen, or 'cum'. It's what men's bodies make to make
babies."

All this talk about my cock - not to mention his timid stimulation - was
getting me very worked up. I recall thinking that this could get me in a
lot of trouble.

While I Was thinking this, Robbie slowly released my dick and went back to
watching the TV. Apparently, he had gotten all the data he needed to chew
on at that point.

I reached down, pulled up my boxers, and leaned back into the pillows,
raising my arm again to let him snuggle into me and resuming my slow
backrub.

Surprisingly, his leg reappeared on top of mine, but didn't move around
like it was doing before. He just stared at the TV, rubbing my arm like
usual.

While we sat, I moved my hand down to his soft, firm asscheeks, squeezing
each one gently. He seemed to be okay with this, moving his leg farther up
my thigh to give me better access.

I kept up a steady rhythm, moving lower and lower until I reached the base
of his smallish testicles. He showed no signs of moving or flinching, so I
massaged his perineum through his briefs.

I could feel myself getting very close to making a mess in my boxers, and
thought that might be a bit more than Robbie was ready to see. So I patted
him on the behind and said, "I gotta go to the bathroom, sport."

He extracted himself from my leg so I could get up. I slowly moved off the
bed and walked to the master bath and closed the door, just before sliding
my boxers to the floor, grabbing my dick and jerking it firmly in the
direction of the toilet. After about 8 or 9 pumps I came explosively into
the bowl, on the lid and against the back of the toilet. I sunk to my knees
and closed my eyes - that was way close!

Reaching for the toilet paper, I carefully wiped off my oozing and
deflating cock, and the porcelain. After a few minutes, I flushed and left
the bathroom. Robbie was gone, but I heard the unmistakable sounds of Elmo
in the living room.

I crawled back into bed and feel asleep - nothing like an orgasm to relax
you.

Later, I reawoke gradually to the sound of cartoons coming from the living
room. I looked at the clock and saw that it was coming up on 11:00. I got
up, stretched and yawned, and padded towards the front of the house.

Robbie was laying on his stomach on the living room floor watching the TV,
his small-yet-muscular globes occasionally moving underneath his bathrobe -
a dark green one Deborah's mom gave him. Something about how his hips were
moving got my dick to twitching. He didn't seem to be aware that he was
even doing it.

I had no idea a 6 year old could be so sensual, or that I would respond to
the sight of him so readily. With slow deliberate movements I sat down
behind him and slowly pulled his legs toward me, bringing his groin in
contact with my aching cock.

What I didn't know until that moment was that Robbie was not wearing
anything beneath his robe. His cocklet was hard, probably from rubbing it
against the carpet.

Once my dick was resting against his asscheeks, I reached under him to hold
and squeeze his velvet-steel pencil. His hip movements continued, thrusting
into my hand and grinding my cock into his backside, up against his
crack. He grunted softly in time with the thrusts, all the while watching
the TV screen where Heckle and Jeckle outsmarted the ubiquitous farmer.

After about two minutes of this, his movements slowed down a bit - I wasn't
sure if he had had a dry orgasm or not. When he stopped his thrusts, I
scooted back and pulled his hips up so that his knees were on the carpet
and his ass was pointed towards my chest. While he continued staring at the
TV, I lowered my face to between his cheeks and licked all around his
pucker. I heard him catch his breath, then sigh as I pushed my tongue into
his boyhole.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I licked all around his crack,
leaving a fairly thick coat of saliva. When I sat back on my heels, Robbie
turned around and looked at me with a glassy-eyed expression that I
interpreted as bliss. I raised off my heels, pushing my throbbing cock
along the well-lubed crack of his ass.

While my dick glided over his crack, I reached around to cup his smallish
cock and balls. The slight friction and warmth of his cheeks and the smooth
texture of his skin brought me to a grunting climax, spraying manjuice up
the small of his back and down his moist crack.

I draped myself over his back, kissing the base of his neck and rubbing his
chest and underarms. He was breathing heavily, possibly from the
stimulation of his boyhole. As his erection subsided, I used his underwear
- discarded not far away - to clean up his back, and I pulled him up into
my lap, hugging him to my chest.

When the cartoon ended, Robbie gently lifted himself from my lap and walked
to the bathroom. As he came out, he looked at me for a moment and sat back
down in my lap and asked, "Is it lunchtime yet?"

I caressed the back of his neck, "You bet it is, sport. Let's see what Mom
left us."