Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2003 14:44:00 +0000 (GMT)
From: liam jessop <angliaboy2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: THE DIARY OR WILLIAM ROBINSON PART 7

THE DIARY OF WILIAM ROBINSON --PART 7

DAY 385

After dinner, which I'm glad to say we took early, Don suggested we rest
before my interrogation-these were his words and I hoped that he had used
them tongue in cheek (happily, now, I know he did-but he had me worried for
awhile).

After a short rest, he called me into the tent- he remained dressed as
before (minus the boots) whilst, naturally, I was naked. As I stood before
Don, he noticed that my dick was limp (usually it has only one thing on its
mind when I'm with him) - so undertaking a most welcome habit, he stroked
my rod to its full length. Next, he retracted the foreskin as far down the
shaft as it would go, and then told me to lay face upwards on the bed. As I
looked up, Don released my dick and climbed on top of me. He lowered his
head near to mine before moving his body downwards, until my erect dick was
wedged between his legs- squeezing hard, he squashing the throbbing rod-
leaving it trapped between his solid thighs and smothered by the shiny
silver fabric. With the foreskin pulled back, the pressure of his muscular
thighs added to my pleasure- Don wriggled a few times to ensure he was
comfortable- (I was)-then, he took hold of my arms and forced them above my
head, before he pressed into my lips; an action to which I responded
without hesitation.

Next, I had expected Don to demand information concerning my hidden talents
but after he released my lips, he began talking about my body which,
obviously, I did want to hear but, which also, I found somewhat
embarrassing. The gist of his comment is that he is happy with what I have-
(I'm keen on it too) -- but, notably, he is thrilled by my cock and its
features- (I am an overjoyed beetroot!). He wants it (dick) to be called
that (cock) from now on -- who am I to argue -- also the terms balls and
ball sac to be used. Further, Don will give me a daily foreskin inspection,
plus, when he names it, I am to present him, for thorough inspection, any
part of my body. This suits me down to the ground- and, naturally, during
those inspections, I'm expecting to see more of him. His last comment,
before he turned his attention to my talents, was to tell me that we were
to have an explicit talk at a convenient site during the return journey to
Jupiter. At a place where he can dress me in the spare clothing he had
brought-this eased my mind re going back to the ship naked --and I guessed
from the smile on Don's face that he too had had visions of me greeting mom
and dad in my birthday suit.

Don wriggled once again letting his thighs squeeze my cock; then, after
raising his arms, folding them and laying them across my chest, he looked
me in the eyes and ordered me to explain about my talent for kissing- I
think he received the reply that he had expected-- I had been taught at the
training base- but when he enquired as to whether William Robinson had
gained any other special talents, I answered quietly that I'd learnt both
jerking and cocksucking techniques which caused raised eyebrows and a
wistful expression. Eventually, Don added that neither a view of him naked
nor a skinny dip would ensue until he had heard every detail related to
this extra training- he emphasised the phrase `every detail'-so pressed
both physically and verbally I had no option but to accede to this request.



When I had become familiar with the workings and layout of the camp, I had
found no one, at all, near my age within its boundary. I'd already started
to jerk (frequently) but I couldn't find many private places to pleasure
myself as we slept as a family unit and, thus, I wasn't often alone-well,
not initially. When the crew's training became frequently individual, I
gained free time and often when I said I was studying, I was finding places
to jerk. My favs were the stores and the gym changing rooms --anyhow, one
time when I was boning in a changing room, I hadn't realised that one of
the station guys was showering (they use cubicles!)- and, he surprised me-
when I was nearing climax, causing me to yell and redden in embarrassment,
however, he encouraged me to continue- then, he started jerking, and after
I'd finished, I jerked him to climax. He shot loads up the wall; I'd never
seen a guy's cum before and I was amazed and astonished. However, after
he'd cleaned up, he asked if, at another time, I'd like to do it (plus
other things) again. I didn't refuse.

Anyhow, after a few weeks, it got round that I would jerk guys-so I had a
(sorta) waiting list; there were some who just wanted relief; some took it
further (sucking, kissing, stripping and the like) but then two really
became interested in me. Sean Andrews- a rookie pilot- and Corporal Kolzny
--an M.P. (Don made a guttural noise at this point, when I mentioned the
Ukrainian redcap, but then on opening his mouth, he failed to bring forward
comment, so true to his word he had not interrupted me).

I explained that whilst I was mainly used by guys needing a jerk (plus
occasionally being stripped, getting jerked or forming one half of a 69-
with me on the bottom!-(I didn't expand on these additional talents)), it
quickly became apparent to me that I was being sought to receive regular
attention from both Sean and Alexei-so much so that when this became a
daily experience, I was becoming tired --which I think, at my age, isn't
usual. Sean was unbelievably attentive and concentrated on kissing and
sucking- he was skilled in these, plus, as he had nearly eight inches, I
learnt numerous techniques, not least about how to take cock into the
mouth. Additionally, he made me eat cum until I liked it.

Alexei was very wary- this was because of his job-but he had his own place
which had few visitors-(not surprising really considering his
reputation)-but genuinely he was my favourite guy (at this point, I
explained to Don that not only was Don West now my no 1 but that he would
have been first choice at the base if I'd really known him then --but at
that time he seemed to be preoccupied with Judy.). I think Don took this in
good grace for he smiled, then ruffled my hair. I continued by saying that
Alexei had taught me to strip (to order and/or slowly!} and to embrace
nudity (he enjoyed near nudity too-guess which part of me was covered?). He
was very interested in me, rather than him, practising skills and talents
(however, he was a good teacher so who was there to practise on?), although
I did particularly enjoy jerking his cock as it was so thick. (I decided
against telling Don what I had had to wear for Alexei- pure embarrassment;
and, the details of his more unusual role play and fantasies).

I could have talked for longer, and I had omitted the more explicit
detail-although I was sure Don would demand these facts at another
time. Now that I had finished talking, Don's only question concerned events
prior to our departure ( I didn't test his patience by not understanding
the question) - I said that I'd mentioned Sean to Alexei and that they'd
formed a relationship; however, during our very last session Alexei told me
that they had formed a friendship with Major Gerrard's twins- then, Don
said that he had seen the ten year old blondes ( in a shower- as it
happened!!!!) and that although he had forged a friendship with them and
provided them with some relevant life skills (which he might tell me about
some day)--here and now (and for the future), was the one and only naked
William Robinson -I reddened again -even more so, when Don told me he was
also in love with my freckles.

Finally, Don climbed off me-(although I'm very happy when he's physically
on top, it can be crushing to both body and cock). I sat up and then,
quietly, Don said he was pleased with me, although there were a few
questions about my skills, talents and encounters that needed retelling
(and in even more detail). However, he now thought I was ready to see him
naked, as long as I was prepared to do the stripping. Without hesitation, I
reaffirmed my interest.

I followed Don from the tent and once more he ordered me to stand on the
ledge. Whilst I waited, Don collected a bag and towels, which, alone, I
carried to the pool where earlier I had skinny dipped.

I waited by the water for ten minutes- in eager anticipation supporting a
twitching boner- then Don came into view.