Robbie
by Bill Fore - b4@earthlink.net

     God, how I hated my brother!  He was about eight years
older than me and for all of my life he'd been a real pain in the
ass.  We'd been forced to share the same room for years.  For a
long time we even shared the same bed... a double with a board
down the middle to separate us.  He was off to the Army now
and I was relieved.  I was thirteen at the time, so this must have
happened in 1944, in the middle of WW2.
     My uncle had died and left us all a little money.  For
eight hundred of the thousand dollars that was willed to me my
parents had purchased a summer cabin on Lake Belinda, in
Northern Minnesota.  It was small and quaint... a one room cabin
and a one room boat house down by the lake, with a little
whitewashed two-hole outdoor privy back in the woods.  The
cabin slept as many as six on two fold-down double wall beds
and a fold-out couch.  
     The boat house only stored the boat in the winter time. 
In the summer it was the place where the fishing tackle and boat
motor were kept at one end and a big, soft fold-down double bed
took up the other end.  The boat house was flat roofed and had a
tamarack pole and board walkway to the roof with old-fashioned,
tamarack pole guard rails around the edges.  You could see
across the lake from the rooftop.
     Every summer, from Memorial Day to Labor Day, from
my eighth through thirteenth year, my father would deposit my
mom and I at the little cabin and then drive up (from our
Minneapolis home) every weekend to join us.  In the early years
mom and dad slept in the boathouse, but because of company it
became more logical for them to use the cabin and let me sleep
in that wonderful boathouse bed at the water's edge.  The door
was almost always left open and you could hear the spectacular
sounds of the waves lapping the shore every night.
     God, how I loved Lake Belinda!  Most of the lake shore
was a private game reserve and there were only thirteen cabins
on the lake, two of which were run down and uninhabited.  Ours
was the end one in the row of cabins before the game reserve
started.  We had a salt-lick for deer on a platform under a group
of Martin bird houses.  We were visited by many of the beautiful
creatures and lots of the black Martin's almost every day.
     I'd heard that the Beame's were coming to visit for a
long week in mid-July of my thirteenth year.  I could hardly
wait.  Mr. and Mrs. Beame had become close friends of my
folks because their son, Don, had been my brother's best friend. 
As much as I hated my brother, I absolutely loved Don.  Not
only did he treat me with respect, like an equal, but he was
absolutely the most handsome young man I'd ever seen.  
     I'd been curious about my brother, who (to me) was kind
of a non-descript nerd and very hung up.  In all my growing up
years, even though we slept in the same room, I never saw his
whole body.  His mid-section was always hidden by shorts and
he changed clothes in the locked bathroom.  I finally got to the
point where I didn't even try to sneak a peek anymore. 
     Don was just the opposite of my brother Paul.  He was
over six feet tall, had beautiful curly blond hair on his head, with
matching soft short blond hairs on his muscular arms, legs, and
even a bit on his broad chest.  He was very tanned, brawny,
perfectly built and seemed very willing to show off his
handsome body.  He always wore minimal clothes for any
occasion, and I'd seen him in small shorts many times when
he'd come over.  Even in the dead of winter he was rarely
wrapped so that his body didn't show.  Whatever he wore
always showed off a very interesting bulge in front and small,
tight, very sexy buns in back.  (In those days we called them
"ass cheeks.")  
     I'd heard Don was terrific at many sports in high school. 
He had just graduated but didn't go to college because he was
clerking in some department store while waiting to get drafted.
     The Beame's arrived about an hour after dad came up
from Minneapolis on a hot and humid Friday night.  Don had
driven there in his own car for some reason and pulled in right
behind his parents.  It was some special kind of a very different
red Ford coupe and very unusual for that time.  I was really
impressed.  Don had my full attention and I hardly had time to
notice his folks.  As I said, it was hot and humid that evening. 
He was wearing only some shorts and his body looked
tremendous.  He freely gave me a big hug, patted my bare
shoulder, told me I'd really grown and was "getting more
handsome."  His warm body was moist with sweat and there was
an ever so slight odor of manliness to him. 
     I was big for thirteen, I guess, and had been doing a lot
of sports... plus a lot of jacking off since hair had begun to grow
around my wiener.  I was about five-foot-nine at the time, lean
(maybe 120 pounds), fairly muscular, with no body hair except
for the little tan pubic patch to match the tan butch haircut on
my head.
     God, I was glad that Paul was off somewhere in the
Pacific so I could have his friend all to myself.
     I'd caught a bunch of big, beautiful sunfish that day. 
Mom filleted them, rolled them in corn meal, egg, and butter and
fried them up with some chicken, baked potatoes, and fresh
sweet corn from the farm across the highway.  Mon, Dad, Mr.
and Mrs. Beame, Don and I had a great feast and everyone
talked up a storm.  Don sat next to me, treating me like an equal
and not like a little thirteen year old kid.  I remember having a
"stiffy" through most of the meal because Don's bare leg was
often touching mine.
     Mom had decided on the sleeping arrangements.  She and
dad got their corner double bed, Mr. and Mrs. Beame slept in the
center fold-down double, and Don got the couch.  I, of course,
had the boathouse.  We talked for a while after dinner, had some
home-made ice cream, and then all went to bed.  I jacked off
twice that night to strange visions of my blond God, Don.
     Next morning at breakfast, Don said, "Well, Robbie, what
do you have planned for us today?"  Mom, Dad and the Beame's
were headed for some friends to fish on another lake and,
luckily, we weren't invited.  We finally decided we'd pack a
lunch and some Thermos jugs of mom's lemonade, take the
motor boat and go exploring.
     What a day!  I sat in the rear of the little fishing boat
running the seven-and-a-half horse Johnson motor.  Don sat two
seats up (on "the rowing seat") facing me and wearing only some
shorts.  To see where we were going I almost had to look at
him.  I went along the shore about a hundred yards out past the
other cabins.  Don dragged a bare foot in the water, spread
himself out to soak up the sun, looked around (while I looked at
him), asked questions, smiled, and sometimes clowned around
and splashed me.  I loved it and splashed him back.  When I
dared, I could look up the leg holes of his wide-spread shots and
see his big balls barely hidden in some kind of thin cotton liner.  
When we got past all the other cabins and were about a mile or
so up the shoreline we came to the area known as the "outlet." 
There was a small dam that controlled the water level of the
lake, before the water ran down a stream to the next lake in the
chain.
     We beached the boat alongside the dam to go exploring
and Don took the towels and the bag of sandwiches.  We walked
a ways down the stream ankle deep in the water on the fine
sand.  "Anybody around, do you think?"  "Naw.  They'd bring a
boat.  Nobody ever hikes to this place,"  I answered.  He looked
at me and then, without turning, he pulled off his shorts.  There
it was.  The first live, very full sized prick I'd ever seen that
wasn't in National Geographic.  Beautiful, not cut, very full,
"veiny," surrounded by a small forest of short, soft blond hairs
and hanging over a very thick set of balls.  He tossed his suit on
the pile of towels, turned and dove into the stream.
     I just stood there in the water up to my ankles holding
the Thermos.  My brain was trying to process the amazing
picture I'd just seen.  Don surfaced, wiped the water from his
face and looked at me.  "You just gonna stand there,  Robbie, or
you gonna join me."  I moved to the pile of blankets, set down
the jug, turned away from Don, pulled down my shorts and
quickly dove in.  I hadn't shown many people my prick, and
especially not in the state it was currently in... about half hard
and sticking out about five and a half inches from the minimal
brown bush I was growing.
     I surfaced near Don and we began to goof off, chase each
other, and have a water fight.  Everything was terrific until it
was time to get out of the water and I had to expose my
immature thirteen year old body to this handsome superstud.  As
we were walking out of the water Don grabbed my shoulder and
spun me around.  "Come on, Robbie, don't act like your stupid
brother.  It's just us girls, for God's sake... no big deal.  You
look great for your age.  Probably be better'n me when you're
nineteen."  He was smiling warmly and I returned the look. 
"Not hardly, Don.  You're perfect," I blurted.
     We spread out the blankets and he laid on his back, legs
spread wide as if inviting the sun to brown him everywhere.  I
laid on my stomach beside him.  I was about as brown as you
can get, but the sun had never touched my white ass and mid-
section.  I noticed that Don was tanned everywhere.  "Hey,
Robbie... do me a favor, would you?  There's a little bottle of
lotion in that bag.  Could you rub some on me so I don't burn?"  
     Don rolled over on his gut and I knelt beside him,
carefully rubbing the oil into his back.  Touching this handsome
bronzed young man was an extraordinary pleasure.  I did a most
exacting job, rubbing the warm slippery stuff into his perfect
skin.  Luckily he couldn't see my lap because my prick was like
a rock and I couldn't hide it.
     I rubbed his back, the backs of his arms, daringly adding
oil to his ass cheeks, the backs of his thighs, calves, and
eventually... his feet.  He surprised me when he flipped over,
exposing the biggest hard on I could have possibly imagined.  It
must have been almost eight inches long and very thick, laying
up against his stomach with the head almost touching his belly
button (as we called them back then).  His cock head was now
uncovered.  The foreskin had rolled back to reveal a beautiful
plum-sized head.  It was like he was extra naked.  
     I rubbed Don's chest and arms as I knelt beside him. 
There was now no way I could hide my erection, but I took
solace in the fact he had one, too.  
     Neither of our cocks lost any of their hardness.  I rubbed
the oil all over his front, trying hard to avoid the throbbing pole. 
"It won't bug me if you put lotion on my prick, Robbie.  I don't
want it burned.  Besides, your touch feels good."  I finally got
more lotion from the bottle and actually rubbed it lightly on and
all around the beautiful pole.  I was so tremendously excited I
almost shot my wad, and had to re-rub his calves until the
feelings went away.  
     Don asked me to put some oil in his hand.  He rubbed it
on his balls as I watched, and then, since by that time I was
propped up on my elbows and my white ass was exposed, he
wiped off the residual oil on my ass cheeks and massaged it in a
bit.  
     "Since you're so new at this and so shook up, Robbie, I'll
let you grease up your own prick, okay?"  He poured some oil
into my hand and watched as I quickly rubbed my hard pointer
and the white area surrounding it.  His only comment was,
"Geez, Robbie... you're big for your age.  You got a nice lookin'
peter for thirteen."
     We lounged around in the sun for another half hour or
so, talked and joked, ate our sandwiches, drank some lemonade,
and then decided to go.  I pulled on my shorts but Don just
carried his and walked naked to the boat.  I watched for other
people as we motored across the lake.  I also watched Don's
huge throbber when he wasn't looking.  Sometimes it would
soften and the head would duck under his foreskin, and
sometimes... like when he'd adjust it or rub it for a moment... it
would get fully hard, lay up against his stomach and throb, and
the head would peak out again.  A few times he'd absently pull
the foreskin back so that when it softened the skin would stay
behind the ridge of his cockhead for a while.  To me, the various
sights were amazing, and very erotic. 
     Again Don had spread himself out to take advantage of
the sun, and sometimes I could even see his asshole when he
spread his legs to turn and look where we were going.
     Don said he needed some exercise.  He decided to swim,
so I slowed the boat down, he jumped in the water, and swam a
long ways beside the boat.  When he got back in the boat he
baked naked in the sun and didn't pull his shorts on until we just
a few hundred feet from the dock.  I slowed down to trolling
speed since dad didn't want me racing around and revving the
engine right in front of the cabin.
     Don looked at me and smiled.  "That oiling stuff shook
you up, didn't it?"  I nodded.  "Kinda.  I never did that to
anyone before."  "Geez, Robbie... it's only bodies.  No big deal. 
My last chick loved oiling me up."  He giggled at a memory. 
"Sometimes she'd oil me... like my back... and after she got me
all oily she'd lay on top of me naked.  She'd put her arms on
mine, her body against me, her legs spread out across mine like
she was trying to cover me, and then she'd just squirm so that
her whole body was rubbing mine.  It was really great.  Better'n
just hands."  He glanced at me.  Grinned.  "I'm blowin' your
young mind, ain't I, Robbie?"  I was steering toward the dock
and it was dangerous.  I could have easily have bounced the boat
off the dock because my mind was painting a picture... and I was
the "girlfriend."
     My luck usually ran out by then, but not that Saturday
night.  Mom, Dad and the Beame's returned from fishing all
burned up from the sun and with some mosquito bites... and not
much fish.  I never could understand why Dad ever wanted to
fish in any other lake than ours.  We usually caught the limit in
small mouth Bass, Crappies and Sunfish in our lake.  
     When we were fixing dinner and I was setting the table,
my weird old Uncle Ben arrived.  He was my mom's never
married older brother, and I always thought he was a little
strange and stupid.  He'd just gotten an old used car and decided
to drive up.  There was no way to call and tell us he was
coming.  
     After dinner the sleeping arrangements were discussed. 
Don said, "I can go to the boat house with Robbie so Ben can
sleep on the couch."  That was Ben's normal place to sleep, and
the only option would have been for Ben to sleep with me.  My
mother wasn't totally sure about old Ben.  She never would have
considered putting him in my bed.  So... tra-la!  My brother's
handsome best friend Don was going to share my sack.
     It was pretty late when everyone decided it was bedtime. 
Some were yawning, but I was wide awake and very expectant
about what might follow.  Especially after what Don had done
that afternoon.  I went to the outhouse and Don went to the boat
house.  When I got there he'd pulled off his shorts.  "Hey,
Robbie," he whispered, "Let's go skinny dipping before we hit
it."  We took the soap and towels with us and tiptoed down the
dock in the dark.  
     We laid in about a foot of water by the dock and washed
each other's back.  Then Don took the soap and washed himself
right in front of me.  There was enough moonlight so I could see
him clearly.  He scrubbed his cock and balls, and then washed
between his legs.  He appeared to get almost a full erection right
away.  He seemed to be washing his asshole on the inside, too,
as his finger's clearly had entered the tiny hole.  I was really
surprised.  I'd never heard of anyone doing that, even though I'd
experimented on myself a couple of times in the bathtub at
home.
     After the washing we swam around under the dock in the
dark.  "God, this is great, Robbie."  He patted my shoulder as we
huddled in the cool water, side by side.  "I've been really
stressin' about the war and all.  It's just a matter of time 'til they
get me.  I want to experience lots of things before I become
cannon fodder."  I told him I was sure that wouldn't happen.  He
hugged me and for a moment we were chest to chest and cheek
to cheek.  It was possibly the most wonderful moment of my life
up to that point.  I had a boner so bad I was glad that the middle
part of our bodies didn't touch.
     Just before we went back in, Don said, "I got a bit crisp
today, I think.  How 'bout you?"  I said my ass cheeks tingled a
little.  We were still under the dock and only inches apart.  "Did
the oiling really bug you, Robbie?"  I told him it was wonderful,
but touching anyone like him was just new to me.
     We dried and went to the boat house.  He closed and
locked the door.
     Don asked if I'd rub some oil on him again.  "Sure," I
said.  We put a big towel across the bed and Don laid down on
his gut.  I rubbed every inch of his backside for a long time. 
Before he rolled over he had me use a towel to wipe off the
excess.  His prick was stiff as a board.  Mine was, too!  I wasn't
quite so scared, and since Don had his arm laid over his eyes, I
felt free to look his body over closely.  In my journey down his
body with both hands, daringly I rubbed some oil on his prick
and even added some to his balls.  
     As I was working down his legs he held out his hand for
more oil.  I gave him a few drops and he began to put it on his
hard prick.  Pretty soon, as I was putting oil on his thighs and
calves, Don started jacking himself off.  I lackadaisically rubbed
his calves and ankles as I watched this beautiful man "do"
himself.  It quickly became a two handed experience for him as
he pumped with one hand while using the other on his balls and
between his legs.  He lifted one leg over me to spread himself
out wider.  I saw him again slip a finger into his asshole.
     I felt my cock begin to pulse as I watched, mesmerized. 
Without touching myself I was astounded to see and feel that I
was having an orgasm.  Since some of my cum hit Don's leg, he
opened his eyes, saw what had happened, smiled at me, and
then... with eyes closed again... went back to pumping.  I
watched the build up.  His balls tightened against the base of his
prick.  The veins on his body began to stand out.  I touched his
thighs again, just above the knees... more to steady myself on the
rocking bed that to intentionally become involved.  Don moaned. 
I began to run my hands slowly up and down his thighs.  His
pumping motion became quicker... the strokes, longer.  I was
astonished that now he had two fingers buried deeply inside his
asshole.  His body began to shake and the bed rocked violently.  
     Then, all of a sudden, he stopped pumping and held the
huge pole at its base.  After a moment, a shot of white cream
spewed from the big, reddened lance and landed on his chest. 
Then there was another shot, and then another.  Don's body
bowed up off the bed as his cream flew from his prick.  His
whole body became rigid.  I had never ever dreamed of seeing
such a sight.  Again, my cock pulsed and some more of my
semen landed on his leg.
     When it was finally all over for both of us, I used the
towels to wipe him off.  Then, he and I both slipped back into
the lake up to our necks and washed ourselves and the towels. 
We laid back side by side on the dock in the darkness to dry...
and talk.  Don said that he hoped he hadn't shocked me, but that
he needed to "drop a load" before his nuts hurt.  I told him I
thought it was a beautiful thing to see.  "Well, Robbie," he said,
"I don't want to blow your mind.  I think it's really good for a
person to lose their hangups, but I don't want to shock you."  
     I hung the wet towels out to dry just outside the
boathouse door, and then Don and I ended up under just the
sheet.  Before we went to sleep we hugged for a long time. 
Don's leg brushed my hard on twice but it no longer
embarrassed me.  I intentionally brushed against his cock once. 
It was only half-hard.
     Sunday was a bit overcast, hot and humid, with some rain
squalls.  Mom and dad, Uncle Ben and the Beame's went to a
nearby town to church.  Don and I decided to go across the lake
to the "inlet."  Again, as soon as we were away from shore, Don
pulled off his shorts.  I got bold and did the same, since Don
had seen me have erections many times the previous day.  He
acted as if he liked seeing me naked with a boner almost as
much as I loved seeing him that way.  As the little seven-and-a-
half horse motor pushed us across the lake, I had lots of chances
to refresh my memory about Don's magnificent body as he again
freely spread himself out before me.
     When we got to the other side we swam and dove off the
log that had been laid across the inlet, and then laid out on the
towels, even though the sun only came out rarely.  Don told me
that he didn't think it was right for an older guy to touch the
prick of a kid my age.  But, he said, if I was curious he didn't
see anything wrong with me doing anything I wanted to do to
him.  To explain "anything" he said, "You know... touch, lick,
suck, pump me off.  Anything."  And, he said, if I didn't mind
he would touch me everywhere else but my prick.  I said I didn't
mind if he did anything, either.
     We had a really wonderful day.  We swam, dove, ate
lunch, rough-housed, wrestled in the water, ran in the sand down
the beach, hugged, wrestled on the beach, and once as I lay on
top of Don as if pinning him... hard prick pressed against hard
prick... I even kissed him on the cheek and told him I loved him. 
His hands stroked my back and ass cheeks, he kissed my cheek
twice, and then told me he loved me, too.  He sounded real
sincere.  If I could have purred, I would.
     In the middle of the lake on the way back home, a heavy
rain squall hit us for about five minutes.  I put the shorts and
towels under a seat to keep them dry and Don jumped in the
water and swam beside the boat until the rain stopped.  The
warm, humid rain felt great on my bare skin.  Again, we stayed
nude until we were in sight of the cabin.
     Early that evening, as a weather front passed, it turned
chilly.  Dad and Uncle Ben built a fire and we played Monopoly
in front of the fireplace while Mom popped corn and made hot
cocoa.  The adults put on more clothes, but my hero stayed in
his shorts... so I did, too.
     Finally... it was bedtime.  Monopoly games last a long
time and I didn't realize it was close to midnight.  (Don
chidingly called it "Monotony," but said he loved to play.  No
wonder.  He won!)
     Don and I bathed in the lake again that night.  It was still
chilly, but now it was clear and the moon (about a quarter of it,
anyway) was out.  Back in the boat house, I closed the door and
turned on the little space heater.  After we dried off and got in
bed we hugged and held each other until we warmed up and the
room was toasty.  I'd had friends stay over before and we
always slept in the same bed, but I'd never been totally body to
body and prick to prick naked with anyone before... especially
not someone like Don.  Not in my wildest dreams!  
     Our cheek to cheek kissing was getting closer and closer
to mouth to mouth.  Don asked if I'd mind "oiling him up"
again.  Mind?  I admitted again that I'd love it.  He laid on his
gut and spread his legs wide.  I knelt between them and oiled
him from neck to foot.  This time I daringly rubbed the oil into
his ass crack all the way to his balls.  He wiggled and
whispered, "Mumm, that feels good."  I added more oil and did
it some more while he squirmed.  I even diddled the outside of
his asshole.  He whispered, "Go in if you want."  My oily finger
daringly entered him for a few seconds.  
     I again erupted without warning.  Geez, it was wild! 
After I settled down and caught my breath, I had to wipe my
cream from his back and asscheeks before continuing.  It is still
hard to believe, now even fifty years later, that a young guy can
get so turned on that he automatically unloads without touching
himself or being touched.
     I finally wiped off the excess oil and Don rolled over. 
Again I oiled him and rubbed it in from neck to toes, over his
wondrous chest, the tight muscles of his stomach, and down over
his thighs and calves.  "Make me really oily, Robbie, and then
use your body," he whispered.  I added more as I knelt between
Don's widespread legs, and then I laid myself out across his
body as he'd described.  We writhed and wiggled against each
other.  I laid my face next to his and again we started some light
kissing on each other's cheeks.  
     Hundreds of square inches of my hot skin was up against
his hot skin.  His hands moved over my back, ass and legs again. 
I couldn't handle it.  Again I shuddered and erupted.  We didn't
stop to clean up but continued to body rub for a long time.  I
felt his hard prick throbbing alongside mine.  His fingers moved
up and down my ass crack, diddling with my asshole.  I erupted
again.
     Don kissed me very close to my mouth.  "Sexy young
dude, aren't you?", he whispered.
     I finally cleaned him off with the big towel.  He wiped
the oil off me, too, touching my prick through the towel
material.  I was again kneeling between his legs.  I laid back on
top of him for more hugging.  His lips were almost against my
ear when he whispered, "You know, buddy, I gotta get off, too. 
Do I have to do it or are you gonna do it for me?"
     I did it for him.  
     I was sitting in a yoga-type position squarely in front of
Don... between his legs, with his thighs spread wide up over my
legs.  He kind of "scrunched down" and spread his knees wider. 
His body was so close against mine that my hard cock often
touched his balls.  
     To handle and pump his huge organ and fondle his balls
was beyond anything I'd ever dreamed of doing.  It took quite a
while, but I'd watched him closely when he'd jacked off in front
of me the night before and thought I knew exactly what he
wanted.  While stroking his huge pole with one hand I rubbed
his lower stomach, fondled his balls, toyed with his asscrack and
fingered his hole with the other hand.  His body writhed and I
felt his muscles throbbing and his cock convulsing.  Finally he
began to build toward his climax.  
     His hands moved over my thighs as he moaned and
coaxed me on with his loud, sensual whispers.  "Oh, God,
Robbie... it's sooo good."  "Holy shit... pump that prick."  I
pumped with two hands for a few moments, and then let my
other hand slip to his asshole again.  I knew he was just about to
blow.  I slipped an oily finger into his hot orifice.  Almost
instantly his whole body spasmed, and a moment later the huge
geyser went off.  Enormous gobs of hot man cum flew from his
randy prick as his body continued its convulsions in my lap.  I'm
sure I would have added to the pool of cum if I hadn't unloaded
so many times already.
     I washed the towels in the lake and we slept another
wonderful night in each other's arms.
     Dad, Uncle Ben and Mr. Beame used the boat all day
Monday for a fishing trip.  Don and I took a ride in his car.  It
was hot and humid again so we wore only shorts, but we took
some shirts, shoes, towels and oil along just in case.  We went to
the little town of Battle Lake for some supplies (more oil), ate
together in a little diner, and then spent the day exploring some
of the back roads, ending up driving on the little narrow trails
through the game refuge.  We fond a little stream and skinny-
dipped to cool off, but we weren't sure about potential visitors
so not much happened.  
     I'd never been treated as an equal before by anyone older
than me.  It was an absolutely wonderful day!
     ... And night!  It seemed like Don and I just got more
and more comfortable (and wilder) with each other.  After
everyone else went to bed we again swam in the lake, bathed,
and toweled each other dry.  On the back side of the boathouse a
big rope hammock had been hung between two trees.  We laid
together in the moonlight in that old hammock and talked for a
long time, touching, fondling, licking, and more kissing on the
cheek.  Don had licked one of my nipples and it had felt really
good.  I'd done the same to him and he seemed surprised at the
result.  We ended up licking and kissing each other's chest,
neck, then ears and cheek... and then Don continued on to kiss
me lightly on the mouth.  Wow!
     When we went inside the boat house Don wanted to rub
oil on me, and he touched me everywhere, backside and
frontside, except for my prick.  The half hour of sensations on
my thirteen year old anatomy caused by his educated fingers
were absolutely terrific.  As I laid on the bed in his lap he talked
me into jacking myself off while he watched.  As soon as I
started stroking myself Don's hands began erotically moving all
over the best parts of my body.  Knowing he was watching me
was an aphrodisiac.  It didn't take me long, and he wiped me off
very carefully, telling me that he'd really enjoyed watching me
come.
     Then it was my turn to again oil Don.  He laid on his
stomach, legs wide spread, and I repeated the backside oiling
sequence.  "Put a lot on and do the body rub thing, Robbie," he
said.  I rubbed him everywhere, paying special attention to his
asscrack.  I rubbed 'round and 'round his asshole as he squirmed
in ecstasy, and then I ran my finger in past his sphincter for a
few moments.
     It was time for me to crawl on his beautiful, broad, oily
back.  Even though I'd just exploded, my prick was as hard as a
rock.  I splayed myself out across his back, chest against back,
legs wide spread and covering his.  My throbbing prick was in
the upper part of his asscrack.  We both began to squirm as oily
hot flesh buffed against oily hot flesh.  My lips brushed against
Don's cheek.  He turned his head and our lips touched again.  I
rocked and squirmed against his hot body.  Don's lips and mine
met some more... my lips parted and his tongue entered my
mouth.  I reciprocated.  I never knew kissing could be so erotic.
     His hands reached back to my hips as I rocked on his
back.  He slipped me down his body enough so that my prick
slipped down more deeply into his asscrack.  "Robbie... put it in
if you want," he whispered.  I could hardly believe it.  I reached
between us with my right hand and positioned my prick at his
hot, oily hole.  He raised his ass a bit under me.  I pressed
against him, and instantly my stiff sword entered his hot
scabbard.  "Oh, God," he whispered.  We began to kiss some
more and then he raised his ass up a bit as if to force me more
deeply into him.  The sensations of being inside him were
incredible.
     We mutually started the body to body massage again. 
This time it quickly turned into a dazzling, heart renching fuck. 
Don was rotating his hips to provide me with maximum
penetration, and I was rotating mine in perfect time so that my
five and a half inch prick was going in as deeply as it could. 
We were grunting and groaning as we feverishly rocked together. 
It took only a few minutes before I filled his hot ass with
another load of my scalding cum.   He kept me in him.  I never
lost my hardness, and soon we began rocking and fucking again. 
He raised us up so that he was in "doggy" position.  I held his
chest as I continued to thrust.  Don laid his face on the pillow
and his fingers went to his own prick.  My fingers joined him. 
Soon I was thrusting into his hot asshole while also pumping his
big prick.
     The space heater had done its job.  Both Don and I were
covered in sweat and oil as we continued the rhythm of our
unbelievably carnal act.  His body began to shake a bit as he let
out little "ooof's" with my every thrust.  I was building to
another explosion and I sensed, by the pulsing prick in my hand,
that he might join me.  I pumped and thrust while Don moaned
and writhed beneath me.  His prick spasmed in my hand.  I
knew he was having an orgasm by how his sphincter was
squeezing my imbedded pole.  That's all I could take.  Moments
after he came I unloaded whatever was left in me into his
squeezing chamber.
     We cleaned up, I oiled his frontside, fondling his semi-
hard log in the process, and then we went to soak in the lake
again while I washed the funky towels.  As we lay together in
the cool water Don asked if I was having any fun.  I smiled. 
"Oh, God... I never could have believed that stuff could be so
great," I said.  He kissed me full on the mouth.  After we came
up for air, he whispered, "It could even get better if we try really
hard."  I blurted that I was surprised about him letting me put
my prick in his ass.  He said he'd been curious and wanted to
try it, and that it was even better than he'd heard.  He lifted a
hand out of the water, counted something as he pulled his fingers
down one at a time.  "We've still got five more nights to do it
all, Robbie," he whispered.  Then, as he looked at me, he
grinned, "That is, unless you want to stop now."  We ended in a
long session of very amorous tongue swapping before we got
cold and went inside.
     Mom was really thrilled that Don and I were getting
along so well.  Next morning, while I was washing the breakfast
dishes, she and I were alone for a few minutes.  She said, "I was
afraid it would be like you and your brother... always at each
other's throats."  I assured her that Don was nothing like my
brother and that everything was really fine.  I wonder what she
would have done if she'd know how fine it really was!