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z         Another erotic story extracted from the vast library of
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z       I'm Very Hot...Always Behind Venus...And In Constant Motion !
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z    Notes :
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z    1.  I did not write this story and do not know who did.
z    2.  Are you a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends? Hmm? Write.
z    3.  VOTE in the next election and run the Un-Christian Coalition out!
z    4.  ENJOY life while you can, because you're going to DIE!
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                                     Bobby
                             fiction by Steve Rider
 
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   download, but may not be modified, printed for distribution,
   or used for any commercial purpose without the author's written
   permission.
   Copyright (c) 1992 Stephen A. Rider, all rights reserved.
 
 
 
        He wore his gayness like a badge of honor.  No apologies,
no shame, no closets for Bobby.  I knew all of this from across the
bar, just looking at him, watching him talk to his friends.  I had
to meet him, even just talk to him for a few minutes, I was drawn to
him.
 
        He was cute in a feminine sort of a way, pretty, almost
childlike in his innocence.  He was 23 years old, very thin, with
a small body.  His hair was black, his eyebrows even blacker, his
lips were red enough to make you wonder if he was wearing lipstick.
He wasn't.  Maybe five feet and seven inches tall, wearing tight
bluejeans and a black tee shirt.  He had a baseball cap on,
backwards like the kids do these days.  Everything about him was
arranged to broadcast to the world his youth, his energy, his
sense of joy at being alive.
 
        His nose was thin like his face.  His skin was pale and
looked like it must be soft and smooth.  His legs were thin and they
met at a rear end that was round and cute and tiny.  I wanted to
bury him under my kisses.  I wanted to make his dreams come true.
I called the bartender over, and I bought him a drink, and I smiled
when he looked over at me, and he gave me a wink.  I motioned to
the empty stool beside me with a look on my face that I hoped he
would not resist.  He came over.  He sat down.  He told me his name
was Bobby, it seemed to fit him very well.
 
  "Thanks for the drink."
  "Think nothing of it.  How are you this evening ?"
  "Oh, OK I guess, just hanging around.  How about you ?  Are you
   new in town ? I've never seen you here before."
  "Well, I'm not from around here, in town on business, and I've
   never been here before.  I'm fine though, better now that you're
   here."
 
        He blushed, he actually turned beet red.  I felt like I had
embarrassed him by being too direct.  We went on talking, small
talk, for an hour or two.  He asked about my work and my life and
me in general.  I found out that he had recently had a lover who
had left to join the Army.  He seemed a bit lonely but not sad.
 
        His eyes were brown and warm.  The light danced across
them when he laughed.  His chest was flat and hard looking.
He was a very handsome guy.  I wanted to do him.
 
        Bobby invited me to his place.  He wanted to show me his
new giant screen TV.  His friends made a big deal of saying
goodnight very loudly as we walked out together.  It was just a few
blocks so we left my rental car in the lot.  Walking down the street
with him, moonlight on his black hair, cars whizzing by us, I could
not keep my eyes off him.  Two kids on the street, walking toward
us, two teenagers.  One of them locked eyes with me, and he could
tell, and he just smiled as he walked on by.  I guess I was
oozing sexual desire all over the place.  Bobby was too.
 
        We got to his door and I just stood there, leaning against
the door jamb with my shoulder, smiling at him while he fiddled with
the lock, I guess I was teasing him.  He got so nervous when I did
that, the knowing smile.  He didn't really want me to see his TV
and we both knew it.  He wanted me in his pants, and I intended to
oblige.  The door opened abruptly and we stepped inside.  A large
livingroom completely dominated by this huge TV in the corner, deep
piled carpet, dark, sort of navy blue, an enormous sectional couch
that wrapped around one and a half walls, blue also, a bit lighter
than the carpet.  Gay magazines on the table, an entertainment
center with a component stereo system, Advent speakers, everything
in order, neat, cozy.
 
        He told me to sit on the couch, and he went into the kitchen
and got us some beers, and he sat down beside me and picked up his
remote control.  He turned on the stereo and the TV and the VCR,
they were all wired together, and the screen was filled with a video
of two guys fucking.  I knew I was in for a pleasant evening.
 
        I had gone right from my customer's site to this gay bar
downtown, by this time it was only seven o'clock.  It was dark and
cool outside, Albany - New York in the fall, but Bobby's apartment
was warm and friendly, and Bobby was friendly, and I was interested.
I moved closer to him, my leg against his, and I felt that spark.
I put my hand on the pocket of my slacks for a second to make sure
my condoms were still there.  I loosened my tie.  It hit me that
the tie had been a gift from a lover of mine.  Bobby told me to take
it off.  He took off his shoes and I took off my sneakers.
 
        I felt Bobby's breath on the side of my face.  I turned and
his lips were right there.  I kissed him.  He kissed me back.
 
        Now there were five guys on the video doing everything I had
ever done, but all at once.  Bobby was pressing his body up against
me as we kissed and touched and rubbed.  His hands were all over my
head and my neck and my shoulders.  He was making noises deep down
in his throat while we kissed and it tickled me.  Our tongues were
busy exploring each others mouths.  I was running my fingers through
his black hair, it was as smooth as silk and short in the back
so I could brush my fingertips across his neck and down under his
collar, warm air from his heat rising inside his shirt.  There was a
little pimple on his back, between his right shoulder and his spine.
 
        I reached up under the front of his shirt to touch his
chest, but as I did he just pulled the shirt off over his head.
I hugged him to me and my fingers were all over his skin.  Dark
streaks of hair on his smooth belly, gathered together to dive
under his waist, pointing down to the pleasure zone, calling me
there.  Kissing one tit now, hand on the other, I lean back and
pull him up onto my lap.  He presses his chest against me hard,
breathing faster, hands on the back of my head, holding me to him,
urging me on.  I move up and start to nibble on the strong muscles
that run from his neck down to his shoulders.  My spit leaves it's
mark, a shiny coating on his skin.
 
        He puts one knee on each side of me on the couch, he mounts
me, he moves up until he is sitting on my lap, facing me, his face
pressing down against mine now, lips on my lips, tongue in my mouth.
His hunger is overpowering me.  My hands go to his belt.  I open it
and unsnap his jeans, his breathing is much faster, the air
streaming out of his nostrils tickles my face, he pushes me down
onto my back, turned around on the couch, my feet on the floor and
he is on top of me.  He seems to weigh nothing at all.  His crotch
is rubbing against mine now, it's as if he was fucking me through
our clothes.  My hands feel their way to his zipper.  Slowly and
deliberately I pull his zipper down and then finally I reach
inside and feel his hardness through the soft cotton inside.
 
  "Bobby, oh Bobby, you're so HOT!"
  "Don't stop, don't stop, please keep going."
 
        I cannot reply, his face is covering mine again.  Kisses
all over me, the muted soundtrack of the porn movie through his
stereo, competing with us for best love sounds of the night. I put a
hand under each of his arms and pull him up so his crotch is right
above my face.  He takes the cue, his arms arch out to hold his
weight, I lift my head to the white cotton of his briefs.  I kiss
his erection through them, he trembles as I do.  He presses down
now, warmth against my face, desire for my mouth, I want to please
him.  I pull his jeans down as far as I can and now the white cotton
is filled with his hardness inside.  I curl my lips over my teeth
and begin to bite on his cock, he goes wild.  Rubbing and pushing
and stroking against me.  My hands go to the waistband.
 
        My tongue in his navel, wet, hair, curls, smell of a man.
I pull the edge of his briefs forward to clear his cock and then in
one motion they are down to his knees.  The wonderful smell of his
crotch, a drop of precum on the head of his cock, hard and strong
and waiting for my lips.  I guide him to my mouth, he is laying on
top of me, one of my hands on each side of his gorgeous ass, I pull
him down as I swallow him, all the way, back of my mouth, I suck him
in.  We both want the same thing at the same time.  
 
        His motion begins, he is fucking my face.
 
        This guy is so hot, so boyish but virile. His cock is
delicious and cut and long and thin.  Each time he pulls up, nearly
out of my mouth, I flick my tongue along his piss slit.  Then he
thrusts in again, sliding along my tongue, veins on the bottom of
his cock, head hits the back of my throat.  Now again, more tongue
on the head, sucking him hard, slurping sounds, faster.  I see his
hairy chest above me, black swirls on pink flesh, my hands go back
to his tits.  A thumb on each nipple, barely touching, circles, he
pumping my mouth.  His tempo increases, harder on the tits, pinching
them now, his face full of passion and lust.
 
   "Steve, oh Steve, it's so good, oh Steve"
 
        I know he is close now.  I feel it approach, short strokes,
amazingly fast, irregular rhythm, spasms in his legs and arms.
It seems he can hardly hold himself up now.  My hands go back to his
ass, fingertips, barely touching, so round and soft, I play with his
hole.  He pulls nearly out of my mouth, major tremor, his fluid
bursts into my mouth.  It is warm and sweet and there is so much of
it.  I swallow it quickly so it will not be lost, still more, spurts
and drips and then I suck the last few drops.  My tongue circles
around his cock to get every bit.  Wonderful taste, sticks to my
throat, man cum, delicious.  I look up and our eyes lock and he
smiles so nice and sweet.  I pull his ass lower to force his cock
deep into my mouth one more time.  So nice, softer now, all man.
He pulls out.  He lies down on top of me, face to face, deep kiss,
tasting himself in my mouth.
 
  "That was so nice Steve, thank you.  You give great head."
  "Head nothing, that was my head, my throat and half of my left
   lung!"
 
        We laughed and hugged and he was running his fingers through
the curls on the top of my head.  His body on top of me was like a
blanket, my arms wrapped around his tiny waist, smelling his hair
as it lay across my face.  I could have stayed like that for hours.
But now his hands go down between us, pulling my shirt up, revealing
my hairless chest.  I move my legs up onto the couch and shift into
relax mode.  He sits up, his little ass between my legs on the
couch.  Staring down at me, a different look in his brown eyes now,
a smile, it must be my turn.
 
        A hand under each of my thighs, he lifts my legs as if I
weighed nothing and puts one over each of his shoulders, my crotch
is right in his face now, he leans over.  Gentle kisses on my
slacks, two hands on my ass, air rushing from his nostrils right
through the fabric.  He puts his teeth on my belt and he almost gets
it undone before I decide to help him.  I unbuckle the belt and
unsnap for him, he puts his hand on the zipper and looks me right in
the eye.  I smile.  He smiles.  Down goes the zipper.  I had these
tiny little pink nylon bikinis on.  He traces his fingernail up
and down the length of my semi-hard cock, he kisses the pink nylon.
He reaches for the remote control and suddenly we are listening to
the Pet Shop Boys.  The video is still on, they're fucking now,
Bobby is eating my cock through my shorts.  Wet nylon, fully hard
now, legs squeezing tight on his neck.
 
  "Would you stand up please so I can undress you ?"
 
        I do and he does.  First my shirt, his fingers on my
buttons, pulling the sleeves off, then my tee shirt, my naked
and nearly hairless chest before him, nipples hard, he kisses my
navel as he pulls down my slacks.  He uses his teeth to pull down
my briefs.  His nose brushing through my pubic hair.  My cock
bounces out of it's cage, straight at him, hard and ready.  I step
out of the clothes all wrapped about my ankles.  Nothing on now but
my pink socks and my watch.
 
   "Lay down on your back please"
 
        He fixes a throw pillow under my head.  All smiles, a look
on his face, intent on what he is doing.  I am being very
cooperative.  As he says, so shall it be.
 
   "Just relax Steve, I'll try to make this good for you"
   "I'm very relaxed, thank you, very relaxed"
 
        He kneels on the floor beside me.
 
        He bends over my chest and kisses the hollow spot between
my tits.  He licks my chest now, back and forth from one tit to the
other.  Now up, to my neck, across the stubble on my neck, my chin,
on to my lips, a kiss, a long kiss.  His tongue roams around inside
my mouth.  My chest and neck all wet with his saliva.  He circles my
face with his tongue, now he licks my earlobes, one, then the other.
I feel my cock growing stiffer.  He stands up and then lays down on
top of me, his naked skin to mine, his cock against mine, both of
us hard.  His weight is a comfortable pressure.  Our sweat mixes and
rolls down my side onto the couch beneath me.  As he begins to kiss
me my hands go down to his ass.  Soft and smooth, round, delightful.
 
        He reaches down between us, hand on my cock, lifts his
hips as he guides my cock between the globes of his boyish ass.
He rubs it up and down along the crack.  I begin to move my hips,
slowly, not very far, enjoying my cock against his skin.  He makes
a noise, sort of a "hu" sound, soft, his face against my curly
hair, close to my ear, the sound is only for me.  He likes this.
He wants me.  He wants me to fuck him.
 
  "We need a condom Bobby."
  "Yes, you're right, of course."
  "Wait, don't get up."
 
        I grab my pants on the floor beside me, reach into the left
front pocket, and pull out a little package of Probe lubricant and
a Lifestyles condom, clever name, yellow.  As I begin to open the
condom, he takes it from my hand.  I hand the lube to him also.
 
  "Please, may I ?"
  "Be my guest",  I smile.
 
        He gets up again, reaches under the couch and pulls out a
towel, an old towel, torn a bit, faded flower print, beige.  I arch
myself up on my neck and my heels and he slides it underneath me.
Another kiss.  He whispers my name in my ear, nothing else, just
my name, twice.  He kisses the head of my cock, it is damp with
a drop of clear fluid, he runs his tongue up and down along the
side, the bottom, the top.  His left hand on the base of my cock,
he rolls the condom down onto me, slowly, erotic.  My hand on
the back of his neck, twirling his hair, fingertips light on his
skin.  The tension is fantastic, the room smells like sex.
 
        He gives the lubricant back to me.  I twist off the end,
squeeze a bit into his hand.  He rubs it over the condom, slowly,
gently, that sound again from his throat.  My breathing is faster,
I can feel my heart beat.  We lock eyes, the brown in his eyes so
warm and inviting, he smiles and kisses me again.  I glance again
at his big TV, still fucking, but we'll catch up.  I squeeze more
lube into my hand this time.
 
  "Stand up Bobby, show me your ass."
 
        He stands and turns his cute little ass toward me, he leans
over, a hand on each of his cheeks, and spreads himself wide for me.
Rosey and puckered, hungry for pleasure, his ass is right before my
eyes.  I wipe the cool, wet lubricant around on the outside of his
hole.  More now, tip of my finger, gently inside him, he is loose
and easy to enter.  One more time I add lubricant and now I use two
fingers to spread it inside him, making him ready for what is to be,
warming him up.  I finger fuck him like this for several minutes,
faster, harder, deeper.  His motor starts running, he pushes back
against me, wanting me deeper, far inside him.  I'm still on my back
on the couch, towel underneath me, Bobby pulls away, off my fingers,
he turns and faces me, fierce look in his eyes.  More kisses, tongue
way inside me, we battle to get our tongues in each other's mouth.
 
        Without breaking the kiss he kneels over me, a knee on each
side, and lowers his small little ass to my crotch.  Still kissing,
hand down between us, he guides me up to his hole.   Slowly he
lowers himself down onto my cock, I feel myself enter him and the
pleasure is almost too intense.  Bobby, gay Bobby, he wants me
inside him.  I raise my hips to go further and he lowers himself
more.  Bit by bit, inch by inch, he takes all of me inside.  His
knees each side of my chest, legs bent sharply, I put my hands on
his back and begin to massage as he goes up and down, riding me,
taking all of me in.
 
        His motions are quicker and I'm thrusting too, lifting the
weight of both of us with my thighs and my back, ridges of muscle
deep in his torso, ripples of joy on his back.  I break away from
his kiss and lean my head up until I can reach his body with my
face.  I bite the hard, firm muscles that run from his neck to his
shoulder, nibbling, sucking, sounds from our loving drown out the
music, his noise again, that sound.
 
  "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"
 
        Each thrust up inside him, as I bottom out, that place where
he feels it best, Bobby makes his sound.  My teeth digging into his
flesh, almost breaking the skin, red marks up and down. His muscles
are firm and tight, his ass a warm hole for my cock.  I want him so
badly, want to fuck him hard, I want to cum up inside him.
 
  "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu hu, hu"
 
        The rhythm is perfect, his sound turns me on, he is humping
and sliding, my balls are soaking wet with the juice running down
from our fucking.
 
  "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"
 
        I move to his other shoulder and my teeth are scraping his
skin.  Hands just above his ass, on the small of his back, pushing
him down onto me, harder, biting, wanting him all.
 
  "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"
 
        Faster now, I'm getting close, my thrusts almost lift him
off me, my ass off the towel.
 
  "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"
 
        The sweat between us is like a small puddle, laying between
my tits, running down to my armpits, it tickles.  My arms around him
tightly now, squeezing him to me, still biting, he tastes good.
 
  "Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu"
 
        He's driving me crazy with his sound, making me so hot,
teeth scraping flesh, wet and slippery, way up inside him, I can't
fuck him any harder than this, I squueze him as hard as I can and
thrust way up and hold and the spasms run all through me.  I cum.
Once, twice, three times my cock sends it's juice, each time I feel
this burning pleasure that shoots down through my legs. I can't hold
myself up anymore.  I collapse and he does too, weight full on me,
his neck and his shoulders all red from my teeth, wet.
 
        We laid there a long time together, Bobby on top of me still.
Then slowly he pulled up off me as I held the condom, I had gone
half soft inside him.  Feels good sliding out of him as he lifts.
Juice runs down all over me, love juice, Bobby's and mine.  We
rolled on our sides and just touched each other softly for a while,
facing each other, tiny kisses, hands through his hair.
 
  "Thank you Bobby"
  "Thank you"
 
        We took a shower together, we needed it, and we dressed and
went out and had a meal at Big Boy's down the street.  I sat and
just looked at his face, pretty face, and hardly touched my food.
I walked him back to his place.  Hug and a kiss at his door.  I
never saw Bobby again.

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