Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 17:40:10 +0100
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and I Chapter 1

Bobby and I
Chapter 1

Bobby and I were both 13 years old when we discovered we were in love.

We shared our homes freely, spending days and nights at each other's
houses. It was unusual for us not to be together. When we slept over at
each other's houses, we always shared a bed, since both of us had only one
bed in our respective bedrooms.

We had been best of friends for several years, learning about masturbation,
mutual masturbation, oral and anal sex, from our friends at school. We also
learned that there were boys who didn't like girls. They liked other
boys. They were called queers or fags, and most people found them
disgusting, and avoided them. They liked going into detail about how queers
sucked dick and let boys fuck them. I always wondered how those boys knew
all that sex stuff.

One weekend early in the summer of 1967, Bobby was spending the week at my
house. We had made plans to go out on the boat, swimming in the backyard
pool and generally just spending time together.

One day when my parents had left for work, we were in the pool. Bobby told
me he needed to talk to me. We got out and sat at the patio table. I got us
sodas from the bar fridge, and asked him what was up. He looked very
concerned and serious. I figured something must be wrong.

He started the conversation by telling me that I would probably never want
to see him again after he finished telling me what he needed to say.  I
couldn't imagine what he had to tell me that was so bad. He sat back in his
chair, took a sip of the soda, and told me that he was a queer and he was
in love with me. He told me that he was finding it difficult to hide his
feelings towards me.

I don't know if the look on my face was one of shock or disbelief, but
Bobby started to cry. Between sobs, he told me he understood that I didn't
want him around any longer. I found myself tearing up, I felt his pain; it
was the same as mine. I had been hiding my feelings towards him for quite
some time too.

I got up from the table and walked around to him. I put my hands under his
arms, and lifted him to a standing position. He told me I didn't need to
throw him out, that he would leave on his own. I looked him in the eyes,
smiled, and pulled him to me, planting a kiss on his trembling lips. I felt
his knees give way, and I sat him back down on the chair.

I gave him time to recover from the shock of my kiss, and then I told him
that I suspected he had feelings towards me. I told him I had noticed his
erections when we swam together, when we were getting ready for bed, and
anytime we sat close together. He looked stunned that I had noticed. I told
him I was surprised that he never noticed my erections at inappropriate
times; I figured he was too worried about hiding his erections from me. I
told him that I had figured out I was queer about a year ago, but didn't
know how to tell him. At that time I wasn't sure if he was queer or not,
and I didn't want to lose his friendship by admitting I had feelings for
him, so I had kept them hidden.

We sat quietly sipping our sodas and not saying much to each other. The
magnitude of our revelations was overwhelming us. When the reality of the
situation finally set in, I realised that life would never be the same for
either one of us. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Bobby finally recovered, and asked me, "Ok, what we do now?" I looked back
at him and said, "We take it one step at a time from here, until we figure
it out. It`s not like we could just go and ask our parents."

The afternoon sun was becoming quite uncomfortable, and we were both
dripping sweat on everything. We quickly moved inside, and I suggested that
we should shower. Bobby agreed and told me I could go first. I said, "Are
you nuts? I want to shower with you. I have never seen you naked and I want
to." Bobby blushed at my remark, and said, "I want to see you naked too."

We went up to my bedroom, which was directly across from the
bathroom. Since we were both wore the same sized clothes, I got us both
clean clothes from the closet along with clean underwear and socks. I laid
them out on the bed so we could dress after showering.

With everything ready for the shower, I stripped off my swimsuit. I stood
there naked in front of Bobby. He stared at me for a moment before I asked
him, "What's the matter, you never seen a naked boy before?" He found his
voice, and told me, "I am the only naked boy I have ever seen." He then
pointed to my penis and asked, "Why don't you have a head on your dick?" I
told him, "I do, but that I also have an extra piece of skin that slides
over it, keeping it covered." He looked at me in disbelief, so I pulled my
foreskin back, showing him that I did indeed have a head. He asked me,
"Where is my extra skin? ", and I told him that most boys have it cut off
when they are born. Then he asked why they didn't cut mine off. I told him
that my father didn't tell the doctor to cut it off.

I asked him if he was planning to shower in his swimsuit. He looked me in
the eye and said, "No dummy, I'm going to take it off, but I am
embarrassed, because my dick is smaller than yours." I told him not to
worry about dick size that dicks came in all sizes. He slipped his swimsuit
off, and I got my first look at his naked body. He had a nice body, and his
dick was smaller than mine was, but not by much.

We went into the bathroom and started the shower. When we climbed into the
shower, I told Bobby I wanted to wash him. He laughed and said no one had
washed him since he was five years old. I grabbed the shampoo, and started
to wash his hair. Oh, God it felt wonderful to have my hands on him. I
instantly popped a boner. I rinsed his hair and got the soap to wash the
rest of him. I started at his neck and worked my way down. When I reached
his navel, I heard him intake a sharp breath. I took that as a good sign
and grabbed his dick. My plan was to get him hard and masturbate him. When
my hand touched him, he immediately got hard. My hand was stroking up and
down and Bobby started to grunt and moan. I increased the speed, and he
told me, "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum." I I said to him, "Cum whenever
you're ready," and kept increasing the speed. He started thrusting into my
hand as it slid up and down his dick. I felt his dick start to pulse, and
get even harder. He let out a gasp, and hollered, "I'm cumming!" His cum
shot out of his dick like bullets from a gun, spraying the walls, the
floors and me. I kept pumping him until he finally told me the head was too
sensitive to touch anymore. He said, "That was the best cum I have ever
had. It felt incredible having someone else jack me off." I told him I was
glad I had been able to make him feel so good. I quickly finished washing
his front side, and then I turned him around so I could wash his back. I
again started at his neck and worked my way down. When I reached his ass, I
massaged his cheeks while I washed him. I soaped up his cleft, and scrubbed
it good. I thought about sticking my finger into his boyhole, since I
always pushed a finger in mine while showering, but wasn't sure how he
would react.

I asked if he was ready to get out and dry off while I finished
showering. He looked at me and said, "Oh not so fast, now it's my turn to
wash you." He washed me and when he reached my dick, he masturbated me. I
was amazed at the feelings his stroking my dick caused. In record time, I
was hollering, "I'm cumming!" and cum was spraying all over the place. I
also let Bobby keep stroking me until my dick was too sensitive to be
touched anymore. He turned me around and began washing my back. When he got
to scrubbing my cleft, I asked him to soap up his finger and stick it in my
butt. I explained that I loved the feeling. He did as I asked. I also asked
him to push it in and pull it out as if his was fucking me. He did, and I
got hard again. After a few strokes, I told him he could pull it out. He
asked where I learned that little trick, and I told him I saw my brother
doing it in the shower one time when he hadn't closed the bathroom door. He
then asked me, "Why didn't you do it to me?" I told him I didn't know if he
would like it or not. He told me that next time we showered; I needed to do
it to him.

We got out of the shower, grabbed our towels, and ran across the hall into
the bedroom. Since no one else was at home, we didn't bother closing the
door. We discussed at great lengths how good it felt to have someone else
jacking us off. We agreed we had never felt anything like it before. More
importantly, we wanted it to happen again.

We stood facing each other as we dried off. I commented on how nice Bobby's
body was, and he returned the compliment. Before the conversation could go
any farther, we heard my Mom and Dad coming in from work.  We quickly
dressed and went downstairs to the family room to play pool.

While we played, we talked about our feelings toward each other as well as
our feelings about the shower and jack off session we had just
experienced. I told him I didn't feel guilty about what we had done, that
something that felt so amazing couldn't be bad. He agreed. I told him that
when we went to bed, I wanted us to sleep naked so we could jack each other
off again. He said he liked that idea.

My brother came in, and our conversation stopped. He asked if he could join
us and we both told him yes. We had only played a couple of games, when Mom
hollered that dinner was ready. We all headed to the dining room.

We finished eating, and Bobby and I helped clear the dishes from the
table. My brother Tony was 17, and he told Mom he was going out with his
friends and would be home late. He didn't have a curfew because of his
age. Mom told him to have a good time.

Bobby and I went to watch television for a while before bedtime. During the
summer, we were allowed to stay up until 10PM. When our show was over,
Bobby and I excused ourselves and went up to bed.

When we got to my room, I closed the door. Then I got pajamas out for both
of us. I threw a set at Bobby and told him to put them on. He said, "I
thought we were sleeping naked so we can jack off." I told him we were, but
first we had some business to take care of. We got into the jammies and I
opened the door. I motioned at Bobby to follow me. I led us down the hall
to Tony's room. We slipped in, closing the door behind us. I turned on a
light, and went straight for Tony's mattress. His sheet had a lot of cum
stains on it. I lifted it up, and pulled several porn magazines out. We sat
on the bed looking at them, and Bobby asked if any of them showed cock
sucking or ass fucking. I told him they did and started flipping through
the pages to the parts he wanted to see. We paid close attention to the
girls sucking dicks, and the men ass fucking them. Bobby wanted to know if
queers did it the same way. I told him I wasn't sure, but that we could try
it and find out. When we finished looking, I put the magazines back, and we
hurried back to my room.

We got out of the jammies, and got into bed. It felt somewhat strange
having a naked person in bed with me, but I definitely liked it. I started
running my hands all over Bobby, and his dick was soon fully erect. He
tried to do the same to me, but I stopped him, saying, "I want to make you
feel good first, then you can do it to me." I started by kissing him, and
then worked my way to his nipples. I sucked on them just the men in the
magazines had done to the women. I moved down to his navel, and kissed and
licked it. Next, I took hold of his dick and started to pump it up and
down. He responded with moans of pleasure. After a few minutes of pumping,
his started thrusting his hips up, fucking my hand. I decided to take the
next step, and slid my mouth over his cock. I took as much in as I could
and sucked like a lunatic. Bobby continued pumping his hips, but now he was
loudly gasping and moaning in intense pleasure. I tightened my lips around
his cock and sucked even harder. He started rolling back and forth, and he
loudly said, "If you don't want a mouth full of cum, you better get my cock
out of your mouth." I took a moment to think, and decided I would let him
cum in my mouth to see what it was like. In less than 30 seconds, his body
went stiff, his dick expanded, and his cum was filling my mouth. I tried to
hold it all in my mouth, planning to spit it out, but ended up swallowing
several times. He continued shooting cum into my mouth for another
minute. His cum didn't taste bad, so I was able to finish swallowing what
was left in my mouth. When he finished, he collapsed backward on the
mattress breathing heavily. I licked all the remaining cum off his cock,
and then I licked his balls just for fun. I had managed to use just about
every technique we had seen in the magazines.

I needed to pee, and went out to the bathroom. My dick was hard, and I was
having a tough time peeing. When it finally went soft, I pulled back the
foreskin and I was able to pee. When I finished, I shook off the last
couple of drops, and pulled the foreskin back up and went back to bed.

I climbed into bed, and expected Bobby to start jacking me off. I was
definitely wrong. He had rolled on to his side and fallen into a deep
sleep. I thought about waking him up, but finally decided against it.

I lay back on my pillows, and stroked my cock, slowly pushing and pulling
my foreskin up and down my hard shaft. I kept increasing the speed until I
felt myself-ready to shoot my load. With cum rag in hand, I shot my load
onto it. I put the rag away after cleaning my dick off.

I then turned the lights off and got comfortable. I drifted off to sleep
thinking about Bobby's cum filling my mouth, and how it tasted.

This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt
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