Encounters with Bobby
Part 1
Bobby was 12 and quite small for his age. He had very curly blond
hair, china blue eyes, and looked like a choirboy. He was anything
but a choirboy, however. Bobby was always into mischief. He was the
sort of boy who would stir things up and lead other kids into trouble,
yet never get in trouble himself. He was a superlative liar and
adroit at deflecting blame from himself. Bobby also had asthma and
was allergic to cats.
One night Bobby, his 10-year-old brother George, and another boy,
8-year-old Gary, were spending the night at my house. They had become
regulars at my place and often slept over. We had engaged in a lot of
pantsing and dirty talk, and once we took turns showing our boners to
each other. Bobby's boner made me drool. He was on the verge of
puberty despite his young looks, and he had exactly five hairs on his
pubs, all on one side, to the left just above his three-inch dick,
with its smooth ruddy complexion, a reddish purple line running around
the head to outline it.
On this particular night, he and the other boys had jumped me and held
me down on the couch while they pulled my sweat pants off. I never
wear underwear when the boys are over, and they knew it. I let them
take my pants and get an eyeful, then Gary brought them back to me.
But Bobby had been the ringleader in this, and in retrospect I can see
that he was really interested in my dick that particular night.
A little later Bobby came out of the bathroom with his pants around
his ankles. I thought he had his jockeys on, but couldn't see because
his shirt hung below his groin. All three of us were looking at him
and laughing, and he was smiling. Suddenly he pulled the hem of his
shirt up and there he was, sticking straight up, no jockeys! (They
must have been tangled in his pants). As we watched and laughed, he
did a little dance and showed us his fine dick. Boy, did that stir me
up!
As the evening progressed, the three boys were in their shirts and
their jockeys, playing in the house and watching TV. It was a cold,
rainy, winter night. After a time, George and Gary were in the spare
room playing with the computer, and I was laying on the couch, a big
L-shaped sectional, watching TV.
Bobby came in and asked if he could watch with me. I said yes. He
stretched out next to me, which is a little unusual. Ordinarily I
would lay on the long section and the boy who wanted to (they vied for
this) would sit in the seat immediately next to me on the other
section. My instincts were that something wonderful was going to
happen. My cock started to get hard as Bobby's nearly naked young
body stretched out along side me.
As we watched TV and my cock continued to stiffen, I lifted my left
knee to hide it a bit. Bobby lifted his right knee next to it. I
couldn't resist, so I put my hand on his smooth knee and started
lightly rubbing the inside of the knee. Bobby did not resist this
intimacy.
I didn't expect him to. Fondling the nonsexual parts of the boys'
bodies was something I accustomed them to as much as possible. But I
let my hand wander slowly up his inner thigh, taking my time, not
sensing any resistance or real surprise from the boy. After a few
minutes, I was stroking his thigh almost into his crotch and he had
slightly angled his leg toward me, giving me better access. Then
George came into the room to ask a question about the computer. I
slipped my hand up toward the knee as soon as I heard him coming. I
was not worried because the couch and my body blocked his view of what
I had been doing anyway.
After a short dialogue, George went back to playing computer games
with Gary. And I went back to playing thigh games with Bobby. As my
hand again approached his smooth crotch, I noticed his continued
acceptance of my ministrations. After stroking into the meeting place
of thigh and torso for a few minutes, I decided to do what my
instincts told me this was all about. I simply laid my palm directly
on the crotch of his Jockey shorts. I was not surprised, nor
disappointed. He was hard, and he accepted it with no reaction at
all.
I began to rub up and down a bit, and ran my fingers along his thigh
while still covering his cloth-encased rod. After a bit my finger
wandered under the legband and stroked the side of his corrugated
scrotum. Over the next few minutes I grew bolder, finally slipping my
finger in further and stroking his scrotum, feeling his young balls
roll within the tightening bag.
After a few minutes, I pulled his straining cock out through the
legband and began to stroke Bobby's naked flesh unimpeded by the
cotton of his Jockey's. I caressed his hard, hot cock with tender
fingers. My fingers roamed deliriously over his hot, smooth genitals.
At this point, George came back to ask another question about the
computer. I slipped my hand up Bobby's leg to his knee again, but
didn't cover up his cock. George left after just a minute, unaware of
what was going on, and I returned my hand to Bobby's crotch. He had
left himself uncovered, which I took as consent to continue.
After a few more minutes of masturbating him, I shifted my position
and bent down. I intended to take that sweet, hot cock into my mouth,
but Bobby reacted suddenly, putting his hands on my head and holding
it away from his groin. I tried to lick his cock several times, but
he resisted each time. Finally, I returned to stroking his young
flesh.
Suddenly, George and Gary both came into the living room, and I
slipped my hand up to Bobby's knee again, talking to the boys to
distract them. Bobby covered himself before they could see. The boys
had finished playing with the computer and wanted to watch a
videotape, so I figured my fun was over for the evening. Sure enough,
within a few minutes, Bobby got up and left the room.
The two smaller boys were sitting in front of the TV, so I turned the
lights off so all could concentrate on the movie. A few minutes
later, Bobby came back into the living room with a sleeping bag, and I
figured he'd join the other boys on the floor. To my surprise he
didn't. Instead he laid the sleeping bag out on the other section of
the couch with the head of the bag next to me. Then he slipped into
the bag, wearing only his jockey shorts, lay on his right side, and
put his head on my chest!
After only a minute, I decided to check it out and slipped my hand
down inside the bag. No opposition. I stroked his back, savoring the
smooth skin, smelling the sweet hair and stroking it with my other
hand. I worked my way down, again with no opposition and encountered
the band of his jockey shorts. After tracing my fingers along the
band a bit, I slipped my finger tips under it; no reaction from the
boy. I slipped my whole hand inside his shorts, and slid my palm
across his sweet, smooth, asscheeks.
Again encountering no hint of opposition, I slid the shorts down in
back as far as I could reach, so the band was hooked at the base of
his butt, then slid my hand around the top of his thigh and hooked my
thumb under the band in front, sliding the underwear down in front as
well. It hung up a bit under the leg he was laying on, but I worked
it down awkwardly until the shorts were stalled at the top of his
thighs. Since he didn't aid me any in this, I couldn't get them down
to his knees or further, but it was enough. I began to slide my hand
around his silky smooth abdomen, and began to stroke and tickle his
lovely cock and testicles.
This continued for a very long time. I wasn't really masturbating him
but slipping a finger or two all around, stroking him in all the
accessible areas of his front. After a long time, maybe half an hour,
I thought I could feel the slightest bit of moisture at his cockhead.
I began slipping my finger along it and across the top, playing with
the little slit. In a few more minutes, Bobby began to move, slowly,
slowly, sliding over on his side so that he began to lay on his back,
his head still on my chest, all three boys apparently watching the
movie intently.
As he slid into this position on his back, I was able to push his
jockeys down further, giving me access to his whole crotch, and I
began to stroke his inner thighs again, and slid my palm repeatedly
over his excited penis. He spread his thighs more and I slipped my
whole hand across his genitals, slipping my fingers to the delightful,
secret, satin skin behind his balls. He was responding erotically to
this manipulation for the first time! He began to shove up against my
hand, and after one or two shoves I could feel his orgasm. He bucked
hard -- again and again -- and held his pulsing little boner against
my hand! Then, slowly, he relaxed and let himself fall back into the
cushions.
After a minute he got up and moved as far away on the couch as he
could. I figured his post orgasmic letdown had him feeling guilty,
but I wasn't especially concerned. Bobby was not the sort of boy to
let his conscience get in the way of his fun. I figured he'd say
nothing and come back for more at some later time. I didn't realize
how soon that would be.
Bobby complained about his allergies and asthma, saying my kitten's
hair (which, I admit, is everywhere, on everything) was making it hard
to breathe. I suggested he take a shower to get the hair off and wrap
himself in a clean sheet to keep cat hairs off him. He hit the shower
and came back in 10 or 15 minutes, lay on the couch all clean and dry
and wrapped in the sheet.
After a bit, I told the boys it was past midnight and time for bed.
To my surprise, Bobby announced his intention to sleep on the couch
rather than with the other boys in the spare room. Well, I have never
permitted this and said no, but he said there was too much cat hair in
the spare room. I didn't believe that had anything to do with it. I
thought, instead, that Bobby wanted to be someplace where the other
boys were not...some place where I could get access to him -- or so I
surmised! So I made an exception. George and Gary complained
bitterly that Bobby was given this privilege, but I made them all go
to bed, and told them not to worry about Bobby. I was going to take
care of him, and they should just follow the rules as always.
About 10 minutes later the boys were in bed, the lights were out, and
I was standing in the living room, "checking on" Bobby. He was lying
on his stomach, wrapped in the sheet, not speaking in the darkness. I
knelt down at the side of the couch, slipped my hand under his 63-
pound body and felt his cock. It was hard!
That was about all I needed. I slipped my hands under the sheet at
the back of his legs and pushed the sheet up to mid-thigh. Then I let
my hands run up the soft skin to his butt. In a minute I had his
shorts in my grasp and began to pull them down, thinking I'd get them
down in back before I turned him over to finish the job. There was no
need. He gave no resistance, and the shorts slid down all the way to
his ankles without effort. I pulled them off his feet, leaving the
boy naked under the sheet.
All this time, Bobby was feigning sleep. I could hear the other boys
talking in the bedroom. I tried to roll Bobby over onto his back, but
there was no room. While he wasn't resisting, he wasn't cooperating.
I got him rolled onto his side and slipped my hands up to his sweet
goodies, pulling the sheet up as I did. In a moment, I had a hand
cupped under his balls, another cupped behind his straining young
cock. His genitals lay lewdly exposed in my palms. Bobby was still
pretending oblivion, but I knew it was pretense. I bent my head down
to nuzzle his silky little rod. After a moment, I decided to take the
plunge, and I slipped my mouth down on the straining erection.
To my surprise, it jumped up in my mouth at the first contact, which
excited me enormously! I didn't think he could get any harder! I
began sucking up and down on the sweet boy cock, savoring the velvet-
iron flesh. Then I let his gleaming erection loose and began to lick
his hairless balls. I took his whole sack in my mouth and carefully
rolled them around in my mouth. As I returned to his cock, Gary
called from the bedroom, demanding to know how Bobby was.
Pretty damn sweet, I thought to myself, but told him loudly "Gary, you
go to sleep, and let me take care of Bobby!" And, I added silently,
I'll really take care of him!
Gary, on the other hand was insistent. Fearing he'd come into the
living room, I left Bobby on the couch and went into the bedroom to
talk to Gary.
When I finally got the younger boy calmed down and well on the road to
sleep, I again emerged into the dark living room and found Bobby
laying once again on his stomach. But he had not pulled his sheet
down, so his bare buns were sticking out. Thinking he really wasn't
ready to be sucked or he'd have been on his back, I began to rub his
lovely rear. Then I thought to myself, "In for a penny, in for a
pound." I spread his sweet cheeks and played with his tight little
knot. It was so tight I couldn't get a finger started into it.
Spreading the cheeks even further, I suddenly shoved my head into his
crack, my own cheeks pressed tightly into those of the 12-year-old.
No opposition, so I began to lick at the lovely pucker, then opened my
mouth wide and sealed my lips against him, sucking in a little to
create a vacuum. I then licked the clean little hole, pushing my
tongue in and out, savoring the taste. It was literally the slickest,
sweetest skin I'd ever tasted. The little hole began to loosen under
my insistent assault, and the boy spread his legs just a little,
giving me a little better access. After sucking for several minutes,
I slipped the fingers of one hand under to toy with his sack and roll
his lovely smooth balls, and used a finger of the other hand to probe
gently at the wet hole, now feeling the asslips yield to my gentle
prodding.
Still, I didn't want to force this situation, I wanted to be sure the
boy was willing. So I spoke to him and asked him if he wanted me to
go ahead; his reply was unintelligible, though later I realized he was
asking what I was going to do...unsure that he wanted me to go on, I
finally said, " I can't tell if you're enjoying this or not...if you
want me to keep this up, come into my bedroom and close the door."
Then I got up and left the room, laying in my bed, and pulling my
sweat pants off, freeing my dripping cock. After 10 or 15 minutes,
during which I shot off a load to calm myself down, I began to drift
off to sleep, sure Bobby would not be coming. Then, just as I was
about to fall into slumber, I heard him calling my name.
"Yeah, Bobby?" He was at the door.
"Do you know where my inhaler is?"
He was standing there, naked except for his shorts, which he had
retrieved. I was almost fooled and got up to find the flashlight to
see if we could find it. I saw him staring at my hard cock, then I
realized. He didn't want the inhaler. He wanted to come into the
room, but wasn't quite willing to make his horny desires explicit.
"It's ok," I said. Lay down here on the bed and I'll help you out."
With that, I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and
guided him to the side of my kingsize waterbed. With a casual
movement, I slipped his shorts down to his ankles. He was fully
engorged. Bobby didn't say anything, but just stepped out of his
shorts and lay down on the bed on his back!
I slipped into the bed next to him. Both of us were naked. Only a
single reading light cast a dim light on that choirboy's porcelain
skin. I began to caress his sweet body. He closed his eyes, and my
hands roamed freely over his entire body for the first time. I spread
his legs and started stroking his thighs, crotch, scrotum, and swollen
soldier. I toyed with his little clump of pubic hairs.
Finally, I swallowed his straining cock, and began to lave it with my
tongue, then sucked up and down. As I did, I prodded again at his
private hole, and my fingertip went in, to the first joint. He didn't
react, but I felt the lips of his sweet jewel clinging to my finger
and felt his pulse in the tender channel. As I continued to suck, his
anus slowly became accustomed to the invasion, and my finger sank
deeper and deeper into his sweet, hot hole.
Finally, I could feel his impending orgasm as his ass muscles began to
squeeze my finger. Then at last he bucked his hips, shoving his lower
abdomen against my face. I felt his cock pulse and his rectum clench
and squeeze my finger, the pulsing in the velvety skin between anus
and balls, the taut muscles contracting in his sweet smooth crotch!
It was glorious!!
Bobby slept with me all night, watched me shoot off half a dozen times
under this intense stimulation, and even stroked my penis and balls.
I brought to him several orgasms and explored his rectum at length
with my fingers and tongue. I licked almost every inch of his smooth
body. I found countless ways to excite him, to keep him so constantly
stimulated that he couldn't stop me from coaxing him to orgasm after
orgasm. We had many more encounters thereafter, but none of them was
as exciting to me as that first night. Still, you may find those
stories interesting and in due time I'll write them. Many are yet to
come. As was Bobby!
Part 2
To understand the next part of my encounters with Bobby, you must
remember what I told you before. Bobby was, in effect, a real
troublemaker. He was a ringleader (more like THE ringleader) whenever
there was trouble in the neighborhood. And while Bobby liked being
with me, he also resented the fact that I gave attention and time to
other kids, too.
Bobby wanted to engage in a power struggle with me. Bobby was a real
manipulator, and though he could be immense fun to have around, he was
a kid who had to be handled very carefully, indeed. Early that
morning he got up and went back out on the couch so his brother and
Gary wouldn't know what had happened that night. When I got up in the
morning, it was all as if it had been a dream. Neither of us showed
anything to indicate our wild night of sexual depravity.
For several weeks, Bobby only came over with other kids, but that was
not unusual. There were no sleepovers during that interval, which
also was not remarkable. Then, one afternoon, George and Gary came in
after school and were very upset. When I finally coaxed it out of
them, they said "Bobby said you tried to suck his dick!"
I wasn't too worried at that point. I figured he hadn't said it to
any adults, and he hadn't told the truth anyway. Bobby was not good
at telling the truth. In fact, I don't ever remember him doing so.
Sometimes he'd even lie to people about his name, for no reason. So I
made light of it and said, "Well, why would you ever believe Bobby?
All he's doing is trying to get you upset, like when he talks about
Gary's mom and makes fun of Freddy."
In fact, Bobby often told the boys nasty truths or destructive lies
just to make them mad. "Gary, Freddie said your mom was a whore."
That, he knew, would get Gary ready to punch out Freddie. Bobby
enjoyed these power games.
But I also figured I'd better squelch the rumor and teach Bobby a
lesson at the same time. So I went over to Bobby's house and got him
to walk with me. While walking, I confronted him with the story and
told him he was looking for more trouble than he could handle. I told
him he could be my friend, or he could be my enemy. Or, if he didn't
want anything to do with me, that was ok, too. But if he wanted to be
my enemy, well, he'd better be prepared, because I could make him
pretty unhappy.
Bobby decided he wanted to be my friend, or so he said. But I didn't
trust him entirely. I resolved that Bobby wouldn't have a chance to
disappoint me. (If this sounds ominous or scary, it wasn't really.
It's hard to communicate the exact tone of this stuff. I was serious
with Bobby, in that I wanted him to know he couldn't push me around
like the kids. I wasn't really afraid it would go further, though --
I was just heading off trouble.)
Given all this, over the next several months Bobby was treated with
cordiality, but he wasn't really "invited" over a lot, and for a while
there was no consideration on my part that we might repeat our
encounter. I wouldn't give him any ammunition. Until...
It was Martin Luther King Day, and school was out. I went off to run
some errands and didn't come home until about noon. When I pulled up
into the driveway, I saw the wind blowing some trash in the back yard.
Instead of going in the house directly, I went to the back yard to
pick it up. While I was walking the trash to the trash cans, I
noticed something in the side yard by my bedroom window.
There was a small fence there, separating the side yard from the back
yard. At some point, the kids had put a large piece of old plywood up
against the fence, making sort of a lean-to shelter they used as a
play fort. What I saw was the back of Gary's head in the fort. I
walked over, intending to say "Hi" to him. But when I got closer, I
saw more. First, I saw that Gary had his jeans popped open and
spread, and second, I saw Bobby was in there, too.
Not what you think, but almost. In addition to Gary and Bobby, there
was Sara. Sara was eight or nine, and she was known to all the boys
to be available for sex play. She had slept over at Bobby and
George's once and their mom caught her and George naked in the
bedroom. Some other boys told me about having five of them line up on
one side of a fence with Sara on the other side. Each boy then stuck
his penis through a hole in the fence for her to play with. Well, I
couldn't tell precisely what was going on, and didn't want to get
closer yet, but I realized that if I went in the house quietly, I
could see right into the lean-to from my bedroom window. So I did.
As I stood in my bedroom, I saw that Gary had now buttoned his pants,
but he was blocking my view of Bobby and Sara. Watching a while, I
realized I couldn't really see what I wanted to see. Then Gary pulled
out a cigarette lighter and started trying to set leaves on fire.
Well, I decided that wasn't safe, and it gave me an excuse to bust in
and find out what was happening. So I did.
They didn't realize I was there until I was on top of the situation.
"Give me that lighter!" I told Gary. He just stared at me and held
it. "Give it to me, now! You know better than to play with fire!"
He remained immobile, but now I could see into the lean-to. Bobby's
butt was showing, his pants around his thighs and he on all fours.
Sara was barely visible on the floor of the hut with her panties
around her ankles. Finally, Bobby yelled "Give it to him!" and Gary
tossed me the lighter.
Without saying another word, I walked into the house, feigning anger,
but saying to myself "Now you've got something on Bobby."
About ten minutes later, Bobby and Gary rang bell. "We want to know
if you're going to tell our parents," Bobby said when I opened the
door.
"Well, why don't you come in and we'll talk about it."
To make this long introduction short, I told them that I wasn't going
to bust them for playing with fire, but that I should. "About the
other thing, well, I think when people are playing private games like
that it's nobody else's business as long as no one is getting hurt."
I looked Bobby right in the eye. "So I won't tell your parents about
it unless for some reason I find myself in a situation where I have to
say something." I knew now that it would be safe for us to follow up
on what had happened. Bobby understood that we both had dirt on each
other, and that mine was more believable. He also understood that
we'd both held back on further encounters until the power situation
between us became clear. Bobby showed up the next day, alone.
We chatted about this and that, and then I went into the kitchen to
get something to eat. When I came back to the living room, he wasn't
there.
I checked the bathroom, nothing. Then the spare room, figuring he was
on the computer, but no. Finally, I saw him laying on my waterbed,
eyes closed, feigning sleep. And he had on only his shirt and
jockeys. Walking up to the bed, I looked at his luscious, available
body, then walked to the windows and checked to be sure he wasn't
setting me up with the other kids. I checked every window in the
house. We were truly alone.
Back into the bedroom, I approached him again. I shook him. He
didn't respond. I shook him again. Finally, he opened his eyes,
feigning sleepiness. I said "You want to take a nap for a while,
Bobby?" He nodded, then closed his eyes. Of course, this was merely
to set up the pretext for the encounter. So I said, "I think I will,
too." I pulled off all my clothes, tossed them to the floor, and lay
down next to him.
I pulled a comforter from the foot of the bed over both of us, and
slipped my hand over his chest under the covers, snuggling up against
his smooth body. He let me snuggle into him, my hard cock poking into
his leg. After just lying there with him a minute or two, I began to
stroke his chest and slipped my other arm under his shoulders. I
pulled him closer, into an embrace. He did not resisting. His eyes
were still closed, but his heart was beating faster. I began to
nuzzle his neck, and slipped my hand down lower to his belly. I
planted a soft kiss on his neck. He breathed in sharply.
I began to stroke his side and belly, slipping my hand up under his
shirt. Then I slipped it up further to toy with his nipples and pinch
them just a little bit. I pushed his shirt up until it was bunched
under his armpits. I slipped my head under the covers. My tongue
began to lave his right nipple. I could feel his nipple engorge from
the stimulation. With one hand I stroked his neck lightly. With the
other I caressed his chest, his lower belly, the flesh at the top of
his shorts. I pushed my cock up against his hairless leg and began
humping him ever so gently.
My hand wandered lower, rubbing against his hip bones and across his
abdomen, teasing him. I went further downward to caress his thighs.
My tongue continued to lavish wet kisses on his smooth chest. Finally
I cupped his cloth-covered scrotum and squeezed gently, feeling his
whole body jump with the horny stimulation. Freeing my other hand, I
crouched under the covers and started to slip his shorts down. He
lifted his hips ever so slightly to make it easier for me. As I drew
them down to mid-thigh, I was mesmerized by his lovely, thumb-sized
boyrod sticking up lewdly from his smooth belly.
I continued to slide the shorts down to his knees, to his ankles, and
then off. He had only a ring of shirt at his armpits. I boldly
explored his groin with both hands, and wandered up and down his nude
torso. I was so hot I had to stop for a bit. I put my head close to
his cock and saw that, in the month or so since we last met, he'd
grown more hair. Not a lot, but a string of hairs grew out from the
crease where his penis met his abdomen. From two or three feet away,
you probably couldn't see them. They are soft, very light brown, and
straight.
I toyed with them, fascinated with their tender nature and totally
excited by his pubescence (the word literally means "soft hairs," you
know). I held his rod down a little and stroked it while I played
with these lovely little markers. Then I slipped my hands down to his
thighs and worked in toward his round little butt. I moved his legs
to a "frog-legged" position so his crotch was fully exposed, then
lifted them a bit to examine his crack.
I was really hot! I put my face up to his penis and begin to rub its
silken hardness against my face, cheeks, nose, lips, eyes, forehead --
everywhere. I nuzzled his sac, and kissed it gently, first the right
ball, then the left. I took the whole taut bag into my mouth and
rolled his balls around. I tongued them gently, feeling every detail
of the engorging testicles that would one day produce buckets of boy
cum. Bobby liked this. He arched his back as if to put more of his
crotch into my warm, wet mouth. My hands roamed his hairless belly
and moved up to his chest and neck.
Releasing his balls, I tongued around the margin of his scrotum and
let the tip wander along the seam where scrotum, torso, and thigh
join. The skin was warm and slick, with a slightly pungent odor --
the smell of a boy in pubescence. I moved my mouth up, my tongue
laving the underside of his straining young boner, following the
underside of the swollen tube up to the glans. I licked around the
head, swirling along the top. I slid my head down, my tongue curled
around his boner to lick the back side until I reached his soft,
sparse pubic patch. I licked his pubes, too, savoring the silky
little hairs, each perhaps a half-inch long.
Back around his balls, I started to lick along the soft skin in that
private place behind them, leading to his sweet little asshole. I
tongued up and down the ridge there. As I did, Bobby's knees laid
down farther, spreading his crotch a little to give me better access.
Finally, I slipped my hands down his torso and up the backs of his
thighs, stroking the hairless legs as I went, until I had the back of
each knee in one hand.
Gently, I lifted the legs, turning the boy bottom up to view. His
little anus, which I did not see the last time but which he had
flashed at me on a number of "mooning" occasions, was a flower ready
to bloom. It was reddish and set in the whitest, smoothest skin you
could imagine. His crack was smooth and flawless, the folds of his
anal tissues throbbed gently, eager to feel my tongue. I licked along
the periphery and felt again a slight muscle movement as if to stick
the sweet butthole into my mouth. I laved around and around and then
let my tongue pass over the center ever so lightly. I could see the
involuntary flexing of the little sphincter as it tried to open for
me!
After a few more minutes of savoring this treasure, I began serious
tonguing, once again opening wide to take as large a mouthful of his
sweet, hairless flesh as I could. I sealed my lips with a little
suction so my mouth was flush to his most private place. I slid my
tongue around and around and around. I probed gently, insistently at
the center. As I did, I felt it yield. I heard Bobby give an
involuntary sigh. He was ready for my fingers!
I looked at his anus, slippery wet from my ministrations. My index
finger went from my mouth directly to his rosebud. I easily inserted
it into his sweet velveteen channel. I could feel his rapid pulse
against my knuckle. I slipped the finger in and out -- not merely
probing, but stroking into him. Bobby was being finger-fucked for the
first time!
My finger tip sought his prostate. (Though I've never been able to be
sure when I had my finger on one, the response heretofore has been
pretty good.) I changed fingers to let him feel the sensual
penetration again and again. At intervals I returned my tongue to
replace my fingers. Then I tried two fingers. The channel was very
tight, but still willing. After three to five minutes of attention,
his flower was completely opened to me, and when I finally withdrew my
face, I left my middle finger to hold it open, reaching upward with my
other fingers to cup and stroke his smooth balls.
I decided it was time. I let his legs fall back to the lewdly spread
position, cocked at the knee like a frog, but spread wide like a
butterfly, and slipped my mouth down on his swollen erection. It
swelled up again, surprising me that it could get any harder. I could
feel the veins and cords of the boyish cock, the head swollen and
clearly defined. The shaft narrowed behind it, then swelled wider
about an inch from the top, and finally narrowed again to a small
circle as my lips reach his base.
I believe I stroked my mouth on it four times before he started to
come. The pulsing of his boner buried deep in my mouth drove me wild
with lust as his asshole once again milked my finger. The boy's
crotch spasmed against my face and hands. I wasn't sure, but I
thought I tasted a slightly sweet -- something. If so, it wasn't more
than a small drop, but it tasted like precum!
I let the boy slip from me, exhausted in his post-orgasmic
disorientation. Then I straightened his slim body out on the bed and
lay down beside him again. I reached for his hand, guided it to my
swollen, leaking rod, and slid it up and along the underside. The
sleepy boy was too tired to protest, yet too involved to pretend
disinterest. He was content to let me ravish his body and now his
hand. He began to cup it around my erection, his eyes closed, but
with a little energy. After a few minutes I was close to shooting. I
slipped his hand down to my testicles. He cupped them and absently
rolled my balls while I jacked off. My cum shot out with tremendous
force across his abdomen as I swung my thigh across his body and
sprayed my cum on the boy.
Quickly, I got up, went to the bathroom, and got a towel to clean him.
He was pretending to sleep. Pulling on my pants, I slipped his shorts
back on, pulled his shirt down, and then gently shook him, calling
"Bobby?" His eyes fluttered and he "awoke" with a stir. "Did you
have a nice nap?"
"Uh, huh, it was ok." But it was more than ok. Bobby would come over
several times a week for naps during the next month. But more about
that later!