Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 15:42:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wendi <sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bobbing on Bobby
Bobby was my first friend: we grew up together and always played
together as children. My first sexual experience was a homosexual one when
I was about twelve years old involving my Bobby and me. He remains my best
friend to this day, though we never talk about our past affair, even though
it lasted on and off for about three years. Who even knew what homosexual
meant in the naivete of the fifties? I still remember it today as possibly
the best and most wonderful experience of my life.
It all started one day in dear Bobby's bedroom. We were goofing
around wrestling on the floor like we always did, when Bobby suddenly
grabbed my crotch. I initially recoiled and pulled away, but although
Bobby is only five months older than I am, he has always been much bigger
and stronger and could always overpower me.
We continued to grapple around and he grabbed me some more. I pushed
his hand away a couple more times, but he was too strong for me, so I let
him have his way. His kneading of my cock through my Levi's and underwear
felt sooo good that I then just laid there subserviently, and let him feel
me all he wanted while a flood of awakening sexual emotions swept over me.
I know I didn't have an orgasm at that age, but having him feel me up,
even through my clothing, felt so wonderful, that we totally dispensed with
the prior wrestling. He would sit down on his bed without saying a word,
and I would meekly come over to him, sit on his lap, lie back, and let him
send me into ecstasy. I was completely in his power -- his sex slave --
and he could do anything to me. There was always the danger that we would
be caught, as his mother was always in the house, but that made the thrill
all the sweeter. These trysts went on several times a week.
One day, my sweet Bobby unzipped the front of my jeans and put his
hand inside and squeezed my dick through my underwear. It was
indescribable; I was his totally! More time passed and he finally got up
the nerve, I guess, to insert his hand through the opening in my boxers and
grab and start squeezing my dick until I had a raging hard on.
"Your little schwantz has gotten a lot bigger," he said.
I never felt anything so good before!! I had not touched him, yet; he
never mentioned it and I never asked. I was getting the best of this deal!
He must have been getting his thrills by feeling my joint.
Now, when I would lie across his lap, Bobby would unbuckle my belt,
unbutton and unzip my pants, and pull the waistband of my underpants down.
He now had easier access to my privates and I didn't care; I never wanted
this to end.
We now moved our sexual playground to a sofa in either the basement or
the den. We had pretty much total privacy in the basement, but the danger
of getting caught doing these 'perverted' things in den was a hundred times
riskier than the bedroom. But the possibility of being discovered made it
all the more exciting.
I would now unbuckle and unzip myself and drop my pants to my knees.
I began wearing no underwear to make things simpler, and would unbutton my
shirt and lay my naked ass across his lap.
Bobby now had full view and access to my dick, and he would knead and
stroke it with one hand while massaging and squeezing my nuts with the
other. The feeling was total electricity!!!!!
He would never jack me off to climax, and the purple head of my prick
would throb, and my balls would ache as if I were kicked by a mule. Even
best friends and lovers can be cruel, and Bobby would squeeze my swollen
and aching nuts until I would moan loudly and plead with him to stop.
Then, one day, Bobby misjudged my state of erection and excitement and
some precum oozed out of my piss slit and got on his hand. He stopped
stroking me, wiped his hand off across my face, and ordered me to stand up.
"Now, I want to see you jack off, he said.
"What? I asked.
"You heard me," Bobby said sternly, "I want you to jack off into your
hand!"
"What if I won't?" I replied.
"Then I'll crush your nuts like they were grapes."
Knowing that Bobby could really hurt me if he wanted to, I stepped out
of my pants and started pounding my pud. I was very excited while whacking
my cock, knowing that Bobby was right there watching. I stroked faster and
harder until my loins exploded and I directed a load of cum into my left
palm.
"Now, lap it up and swallow it," he said.
"No way," I told him. "What're you going to do about it?"
"I'll tie your hands behind you, tie that cord around your dick, and
drag your naked ass outside," Bobby growled. "Then I'll tie your dick to
the tree by the sidewalk, and all the neighbors can gawk and laugh at you,
especially Bruno, Joanie, and Penny."
I was sure that he would do it, since neither of his parents happened
to be home that day, so I put the tip of my tongue into the boy juice in my
hand and tasted it. It wasn't bad!! Kind of slimy, warm and salty, but
not bad. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed it, finished licking my
palm clean, and then licked my lips.
"Tasted good, didn't it," Bobby laughed. "Now, give me a blow job!"
"Forget it," I said. I ain't no queer."
"You're a damn slut, though, and a disobedient one at that. You
definitely need to be punished," said Bobby.
"You wouldn't dare!" I yelled at him.
Bobby then grabbed me, held me over the arm of the sofa, and proceeded
to spank my ass as hard as he could. He kept it up until I started to
whimper, although I also felt my dick getting hard. Between the sting and
pain in my reddened ass and my arousal, I decide to submit.
"Get down on your knees in front of me," Bobby commanded. "Now,
unbuckle and unzip my pants, and pull them and my shorts down to my knees
and get ready to gobble de gook."
Obediently, I did as I was told. His cock was very big, much bigger
than mine was! I took his member in one hand to make it harder, while I
massaged his balls with the other. I then licked and sucked on his nuts
and he moaned in pleasure. I licked up and down his stiff rod, and then
tickled the huge purple head with my tongue; Bobby almost jumped out of his
skin. I then opened my mouth as wide as it would go and took in the large
head. I just couldn't take his whole cock into my mouth without choking,
even with the tip touching the back of my throat, but I did the best that I
could. I slid my lips up and down, going faster and faster, on as much of
his prick as I could.
He then grabbed be by the hair, pulling my head up and down the length
of his dick, lunging harder and deeper into my gullet, until I thought I
would die. I could hardly breathe. My dear Bobby was fucking me in the
mouth, using it like a cunt.
I felt him tense as he thrust that enormous love member several times
past my tonsils, and then I felt his load of cum pumping out of his prick
and shooting down my throat. It seemed like he shot for hours!! I almost
gagged from the sheer amount, but somehow managed to swallow it all!!!!
After he collapsed on the sofa, I made sure that I sucked him dry,
then cleaned his sweet and now flaccid cock with a wet cloth and toweled
him dry.
I was now rock hard again, so I masturbated again into my hand and
swallowed my cum.
Bobby came around, looked at me at and laughed derisively. "How'd you
like your snack, Eddie? Did it fill you up? How does it feel to get
fucked in the mouth like a pussy? You're a regular skanky slut, now,
Eddie, or should I say Edwina? Yeah, that's better name for a young whore
like you: Edwina. That's what I'll call you from now on when we play these
games. How do you like that, Edwina? Let's do lunch again tomorrow. OK?
What could I say, but "yes?" I loved him with my whole heart and I
was totally hooked on being his slut and sex slave. I could not wait to be
spanked and humiliated more. We did this almost every day for the next
several months, but it was not to last. Bobby discovered girls, and too
loyal and afraid to find another boyfriend. I just had my hand.
Feel free to e-mail me. Wendi at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com