Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 14:36:57 +0100 (BST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] liam jessop" <angliaboy2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: THE DIARY OF WILLIAM ROBINSON PART 6

THE DIARY OF WILLIAM ROBINSON --PART 6


DAY 385

                Don told me to stay on the ledge. He picked up the remains
of my suit and my discarded whities -- informing me that he would keep the
briefs as a souvenir.  Whilst I speculated that my return to Jupiter would
be without clothes, I watched as Don walked to the buggy to pick up my
boots and continue to the tent.

I surveyed the scene and my naked body felt uplifted at the surrounding
landscape -- all except my dick which was now drooping. After ten minutes
or so, Don returned.

He had changed from shorts to silver trousers but the skimpy top
remained. He reached for my dick and, as he was jerking it to its full
boner size, he informed me of the duties I was to undertake in his
absence. Firstly, I was to shower and ensure that I was clean as there were
still two areas to be inspected; (I assumed one was the inside of my
foreskin{and its hidden head) --, which at present he was twisting- and
probably the second the area was between my legs which Don had not felt
without fabric being in the way). Secondly, to ensure that I did not catch
a chill after the shower, I was to wear a robe (-this had been left on the
bed) --I could wear it after showering but I must be naked and waiting, on
the ledge, when Don returned. Finally, I was to prepare a light lunch.

Don released my dick and we walked to the buggy. Once seated, he told me
that he was going to scout beyond the hills, skirt the woods and then check
the pools, as I was  skinny dipping later. His final comment referred to my
kissing talent- (I was unsure if he knew about my jerking and sucking
talents) about which and other topics we were to discuss tonight. I let
down the field and he drove away --once the area was secure, I headed to
the tent to collect the robe and then, I walked to the shower.

The shower cubicle has transparent sides- if Don thought of watching or
instructing me whilst I washed, then the same idea (well the watching!)
came to me as I cleansed my body. To be honest, I was very horny after the
morning's events and it was all I could do to stop myself jerking. Under
the warm water, however, I satisfied myself with extra attention to my
crack and hole, plus the obligatory (and stimulating) foreskin scrub. As I
was washing the suds away, I thought that it was time I saw (and handle and
suck) Don's dick (in the flesh- of course) - so I intended to ask, at an
opportune moment, if I could see (and examine) him naked-I'd be happy, as
well, of course, to strip him. Lunch took little time to prepare so, now
naked, I decided to study the disc. Happily everyone (including Dr Smith)
was a good distance from our camp; naturally, Don was the nearest but still
miles away, therefore I settled, naked, on the ground and read. However, I
was in place for Don's return, and with me sporting a full erection which
he squeezed, we went to the tent for lunch.

After lunch, I returned to reading whilst, Don wandered collecting
specimens- basically to see if anything local was worthwhile. On his
return, he ordered me to prepare for the final part of my inspection. To
order, I climbed onto the lower part of the buggy's bonnet and lay
back. Don reached for my dick which was, as usual, erect; he pulled the
shaft downwards which proved a little uncomfortable-and then grasped my
loose skin in this fingers He twisted it slightly to stimulate the dickhead
then slowly pulled the foreskin down the shaft. The pale skin was moving
slowly, as it was dry, however, with licked fingers the speed improved so
he pulled harder. When all the skin had been inverted I could feel that
pleasurable pain once more- plus cool air on my pink head. First, Don
examined the withdrawn foreskin, fully complimenting me on its cleanliness,
and then, his attention was drawn to the pink head. He grasped and squeezed
the soft flesh between two fingers ensuring as well that his fingernails
scratched the surfaces-I wriggled in extreme pleasure; then he pulled the
slit apart and fingered the opening before I felt tongue pushing into the
deep red crevice. Eventually, I was released and I lay back on the bonnet
catching my breath.

Don ordered me to sit up and lean forward and grasp my ankles. This proved
difficult but finally, by spreading my legs, I achieved the required
position-Don then pushed me backwards leaving my cheeks parted and my hole
clearly in view. Using his left hand, he held my lower legs whilst his
right middle finger went straight to the tight pinkness that is my
hole. I'll admit straightaway that it's tight (and in general terms it's
not been breached-well not by what Don has!) but he kept pressing and it
gave a little. One finger slid in for a short distance but it was released
and then after a general knuckle rub along the crack, Don smacked my cheeks
and told me that I'd passed the inspection.

I was told to prepare for my skinny dip. As Don carried the towel over his
shoulder, it was left to me to present myself naked. Don led me to the
ledge- here, whilst wrapping me in his arms and leaving my bare butt
nestled in his crotch (I was rock hard), he explained about his journey. To
the left, in the hill, was a long gorge which we are to explore tomorrow;
the wood is very dense and, with no sunlight penetrating the canopy, it is
an area we will avoid --but, finally, and he hoped to my satisfaction (I
was getting satisfied there and then), not only were the pools mineral
rich, which aided buoyancy and safety, they were also warm-probably due,
Don thought, to some underground volcanic source.

Don chose one of the longer pools for my skinny dip --for in it he said I
could do proper lengths. It was really warm- a bit like a spa bath without
the people. I was quite buoyant (in all senses) and I am sure Don got a
good long look at my butt-(if nothing else) - but, I did attempt (and
accomplish) a reasonable backstroke- leaving my mast periscoping above the
surface. However, it's not easy maintaining an erection when concentring on
a swim!

I had decided that this was the opportune moment to ask Don about seeing
him naked. (Well- since, he had worn that pouch in Jupiter, there wasn't
that much of him still to be seen-but, disappointingly, the most important
(big) bit of Don was still a fantasy for me) so, as I hoped we'd both
skinny dip later, I cut short this swim and walked to where he leant
against a rockface.

Don held out the towel and started rubbing. He lingered between my legs and
forced me over his knees to address the wetness of my cheeks and crack. Not
until I was standing and he was tackling my hair, did I ask if I could see
him naked. Don remained silent until he had dried my hair. Then, he said
that as we did need to talk, that if, after dinner, I could answer, to his
satisfaction, all the questions, then we would skinny dip together but he'd
need a volunteer to strip him from his clothes. I answered the call
immediately- so, as we walked to the tent, you can definitely say that I
was looking forward to the rest of the day.