Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2015 16:12:29 +0000
From: frank mason <framason@gmail.com>
Subject: Robbie's Dream Boys

Robbie's Dream Boys

Two - Derren

Rob is 16, gay and randy as hell.  It's a couple of years since the guys
dragged him up the back of the showers for a good gang grope.  Now the
others seem to have lost interest.  At 16 he can't get into pubs or clubs.
What can a boy do except dream?  So Rob uses his imagination.   He sees a
boy he likes ... fun follows.  Well, in his head it does. Then lower down.

New barista boy at the shopping centre Costa!
His name was Derren, something like that.  And he WAS nice. Partly he was
just extra friendly, like he smiled broadly when he squeezed past to clear
tables or he giggled as he tried to punch your order in at the till - which
was really mum's fault as she never just wanted what they usually served,
she always had extra instructions.  Sometimes it was dead simple, like an
extra shot because she needed a lift.  Yeah, Tesco Extra can do that to
her.  Sometimes it's really complicated - like that time she wanted a
macchiato but she didn't want it in a diddy cup she wanted it in a normal
size one and she wanted extra hot milk on the side.  Derren just blinked at
him but Rob nodded over at the table where his mum was sitting peering into
a vanity mirror and he said, "you see my problem, sat over there?"  Derren
doubled up then, literally he bent double over the till and tried not to
laugh.  The boss-man (who actually looks a wee bit like he might be
Derren's older (very much older) brother) looked over, quite concerned.
Derren made a face at Rob like he was saying "watch it, mate, you'll get me
fired."  Rob would have loved to get Derren fired up if you know what I
mean.

Derren is not exactly big.  About 5'4".  Doubt if he weighs in at much over
120.  He's petit.  If you came across him at rugby practice you would
reckon to knock him flat - except that he'd almost certainly have jouked
round you, or under you, or between your legs (aw fuck!  Rob wishes he
hadn't thought of that) and be well on his way to scoring. Good looking guy
too.  Not in that pretty-pretty movie star way but just that normal solid
looking way where everything is the right shape, in the right place and the
guy looks happy with it.

Rob didn't bother with a dream.  He got straight down to business as soon
as he got to bed ...
... It was in the changing room after football training.  The guys were
getting ready to go in for a shower so getting naked was no big deal and
yet when Derry sneaked up behind Robbo and whipped down his shorts AND his
undies the lads whooped and shouted like it was a big deal.  Rob snarled
but he was no wimp.  Not easy to embarrass (well, in his dreams, not) Rob
displayed no shyness but instead turned round, allowing the lads to view
his sex-kit, and threatened young Derry.
"You are so for it, kiddo!"
And, stepping out of his kit, Robbo sped across the locker room grabbing
all the while at Derry's shorts.  The rest of the boys paused, mid-change,
to shout their appreciation.  Derry tried to dodge but the other boys were
not cooperating and got in his way.  Soon Derry too was standing there,
shorts around his ankles, boyhood on display.  They both laughed.  The rest
of the guys cheered.
It occurred to Rob that if he hadn't reacted so quickly and chased after
Derren then the boys would probably have closed in on him for a gang
grope.  As it was they circled round the pair.
"Come on, Robbo!"
"Dive in there."
"Boy on boy."
"Come on, give the lads a show."
Derry did not need asking.  He lunged forward, grabbing at Robbo's balls.
It took seconds ... no, a fraction of a second.  Robbo could have defended
himself, covering himself as best he could to fend off the attack.  Instead
he counterattacked, shouldered his way forward as he reached between
Derry's legs.  The gang crowded round eager to watch developments.  Like
rutting stags the two boys leaned into each other, each fondling the other
boy's balls, grabbing for the other boy's cock.  As Robbo felt Derry's
fingers close round his penis he could do nothing but respond and he felt
his cock stiffen as his excitement mounted.  At the same time Robbo reached
and grasped.  His hand closed on Derry's hardening rod.   Well, as you know
lads it is not easy to backtrack from there.  Once a guy's cock bones up
it's either a cold shower or there is going to be spunk and there was no
way the boys in the changing room were going to drag Robbo and Derry in for
a cold shower.  Grunting the pair lean into each other, each working on the
other's cock, enjoying the feel of hard boy-flesh in their hands.  The
encircling audience enjoyed the spectacle; Robbo was a well-equipped lad
and young Derry might lack inches in one sense but there was no lack of
inches once his boyhood got aroused.
Great show then with two fit young guys going at it, playing sweet music of
each other's spunk flutes.
Both lads grunted, partly with the exertion, partly with sexual arousal.
Their nads rose in their tightening ball sacks.  The boy cream was stirring.
The watching crew, enjoying what they saw, wanted more.
"Teach him a lesson, Robbo!"
"Fuck that tight wee arse!"
"Give the lads a total porn show!"
Now by this stage both Robbo and Derry has passed all reason.  The
instincts of a teenboy on heat took over.  Robbo turned Derry towards the
wall.  Using his knobhead which was leaking profusely now, he put his pre
into action to lube up Derry's sweetly puckered boyhole.   Rubbing his cock
up and down Derry's ass-crack, he reached down now and finger-fucked the
lube into the tightness there.  He moved back now to grasp Derry's cock;
Derry responded by reaching back so that he could position Robbo's man-meat
at the entrance to his boy-cunt.  Both lads now needed sex.  Derry thrust
backward onto the eager penis, Robbo pushed forward and forced entry into
his victim's hole.
Derry cried out.
Robbo gasped.
They paused momentarily, both.  Then the fucking began in earnest.  Robbo
began thrusting hard, pulling back a little with each stroke then driving
deeper.  For his part Derry tried to use his ass muscles to further excite
Robbo and countered too, pushed back into his lover as the boy moved
forward.  The gathered lads watched closely; a few, unable to resist, had
released their own members and were openly wanking.  Others leaned in for a
closer inspection of boy on boy love-making.  Derry braced himself, palms
now flat against the wall so that he could withstand the forceful thrusts
of his young lover.  Robbo for his part drove deep, consumed by need now,
hard and strong and deep - so that his balls are now pressing against
Derry's ass cheeks.
And then they exploded.  Derry shuddered and his cock started firing off,
volley after volley of boy cream, thick, white.  The watchers cheered.  And
Robbo too climaxed, pumping his juices into his friend, a torrent of desire
released, as water cascades when the dam is breached Robbo's spunk flooded
his pal's fuck-hole.
Attention now shifted briefly to the lads who had been unable to resist and
had started wanking themselves.  No point in shyness now, they openly
displayed their cocks as they brought themselves to climax.
Boys are easily aroused and equally easily satisfied; they cum and they
move on.  The guys slowly now made their way into the shower paying very
little attention now to cock; the talk returned to animated discussion of
events on the field.
 And so too with young Rob; he had retrieved his cummy rag from underneath
his pillow, cleaned himself up and settled into his duvet.
Sleep.
Sleep.  And in the morning ...


NOTE  If any of you think you recognise Derren please note that this is
fiction.  Rob, sadly, is not.