Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2013 01:02:56 +0100
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: bobby and i chapter 5

Bobby and I
Chapter 5

	When I woke up, I was lying on my back, and my cock was deliciously
wet and warm. I assumed Bobby had woke before me and decided to wake me
with a blowjob. I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling. I felt
a slight bite on my dick and looked down to reprimand Bobby for a sloppy
blowjob. I was in shock when I saw it was Billy, licking my dick and trying
to take it in his mouth.

I asked him what he was doing, he pulled off my cock, and he said quite
bluntly, "Learning to put your dickie in my mouth." I told him I thought he
should talk to Bobby about that before he started taking dickies in his
mouth. I also told him he should learn to take circumcised dickies in his
mouth first. He said he didn't know what that was. I again directed him to
Bobby for answers. He climbed off me, moved over, and got on top of Bobby.

He woke Bobby up, and immediately started bombarding him with
questions. Bobby told him to hold on and give him a chance to wake all the
way up before questions started. We both crawled out of bed, and went naked
to the kitchen to put the coffee on. It was only 5 AM, and his parents
wouldn't be up for at least another hour and a half.

With the coffee done and poured, we took our cups back to the family
room. Billy had awakened the other boys. They were all sitting up covered
only with the sheets up to their waists.

We went back over to our mattress, sat down and covered with the sheet. As
we sipped our coffee, Billy started in with the questions. Bobby finally
decided he was awake enough to start providing answers.

Bobby started with asking Billy to tell the other boys about what he had
seen yesterday, and Billy told us he already had. Bobby asked Bruce what
Billy said, trying to determine what Billy really saw.

Bruce said that Billy had told them that he saw us kissing and slipping our
tongues into each other's mouths. He also told them he had watched us take
each other's dickies in our mouths, and play with them until we got the
"good feeling". He also told them about the great hand job he had gotten
from me.

Bobby asked the boys what specifically they wanted to know about what Billy
had told them. Bruce wanted to know why we were kissing and putting our
tongues into each other's mouths. Bobby told him that when two people had
special feelings for each other they kissed like that. Bruce then said that
he thought that only a boy and a girl kissed like that. Bobby told him that
some boys had special feelings for other boys and they did it too. He also
touched on the subject of queers and fags, and that he shouldn't discuss
the things, he sees us do with anyone else. Brian had the next question, he
said, "Did you really put each other's dickies in your mouths?" I answered
this time, by telling him yes, we did, and boys called it, sucking.  Brian
then asked if Bobby and I shot the white stuff out of our dickies, like the
boys at school told him. I told him yes we both could cum, and it made the
"good feeling", feel great. Most boys called the white stuff cum or spunk.
His next question was did we let each other shoot cum into our mouths. The
reply was an immediate yes.

Billy had one more question; he wanted to know about the word I told him
earlier this morning. Bobby looked at me and I told him
"circumcised". Bobby explained that all boys were born with extra skin
covering the end of their dickies. He said some boys had it cut off when
they were babies, and some didn't. They all looked somewhat confused, so I
stood up and dropped the sheet. I gave them a quick lesson in circumcision,
and finally pulled back my foreskin to show them I was just like
them. Billy's last question, was did cutting the skin off his dickie
hurt. Bobby told him no.

The boys were quiet for a short time, and then Billy said to no one in
particular, "I want to suck dickie". Bruce and Brian both whipped their
dicks out from under the sheet, and waved them at Billy. Bobby told them to
put them away for now, that Mom and Dad hadn't left for work yet, and her
sons sucking dickies was something Mom didn't need to see.

Bobby sent everyone up to get dressed, and that included us. Bobby got us
out some nice shorts and t-shirts, and clean socks and underwear. I must
have wrinkled my nose when he handed me the briefs, because he said, "Its
Dad's rule; if you are dressed to go out of the house, you must have
underwear on."  I took them and put them on, when Bobby said that sometimes
his Dad would pull the waistband on the shorts to see if they were wearing
underwear.

We went over to the boy's room, and found that they had not yet put any
clothes on. Billy was sucking on Bruce's dick, and Bobby walked up behind
him and cuffed him on the back of the head. He must have bit down, because
Bruce hollered in pain. Bobby grabbed both of them and reminded them about
the fact that Mom and Dad were still home. He then explained that not
everyone thought it was okay for boys to suck boys. If their friends found
out, they would make fun of them, call them names, and never play with them
again. By this time, Billy looked like he was going to cry, so Bobby
scooped him up in his arms. Bobby told him that telling others about what
went on in the house was a bad thing. He asked Billy if he understood, and
Billy nodded his head yes.

The boys quickly finished dressing and we herded them down stairs. We got
them to the kitchen table. Bobby had Brian get the milk, and asked Bruce to
get the cereal. He told Billy to get the pop tarts. With everything
assembled, breakfast began. With the cereal in the bowls, and the milk
added, Billy put the pop tarts in the toaster to warm. The boys sat down
and started eating. Once we got the pop tarts on the table, we sat down
with the boys. As we were finishing breakfast, Bobby's parents came in for
coffee. They said they overslept and had to get going. His Mom thanked us
for feeding the boys, as she headed out the door.

We got the boys to help us clear the table and get the dishes into the
sink. We went to the family room to let they boys watch television, and on
the way, Bobby remembered that it was Friday, and Mrs. Hardy would be in
the house all day. She cleaned the house three days a week, more often if
Mom thought it needed it.

Bobby reminded the boys that Mrs. Hardy would be in, and they had to clean
up their personal messes. They got the sheets up from the mattresses on the
floor, and carried them to the laundry room for Mrs. Hardy to wash.  Next,
they pulled the mattresses down to the basement where they were
stored. Bobby had them run the vacuum, to pick up the food crumbs they had
gotten all over the place. They had just put the vacuum away when we heard
Mrs. Hardy knock at the front door, and let herself in. The boys ran over
to greet her, with hugs and kisses. They thought of her as a grandmother
not a housekeeper. Mrs. Hardy first came to work for the family, when Bobby
was born and his Mom wanted help around the house. His parents had never
seen any reason to let her go when the baby got older. She cleaned and did
pretty much anything she wanted to do. When she was in, she always made
lunch for the boys if they weren't in school. She always changed the bed
linens on Friday, which was why Friday was her busiest laundry day.

She headed for the kitchen for coffee and to see what kind of mess we had
left her. The boys followed her. She always engaged them in conversation
and never talked down to them. She asked if they had any plans for the day,
and Brian said they were spending the day swimming naked in the pool. She
smiled at them, reached into her mammoth purse, and got out the
Coppertone. She told them they had better use it or they might burn parts
of them that they really didn't want to burn. Mrs. Hardy didn't have a
problem with the boys being naked; she had taken care of all of them since
they were born. The boys didn't seem to care if she saw them naked. She
knew we would be supervising the boys, so she asked if Bobby and I would
also be naked. Bobby told her we would. Mrs. Hardy chuckled, and told us to
keep towels by us if we were sitting around, that she would open the patio
door and let us know when she was coming out, so we could cover ourselves.

Mrs. Hardy asked all of us if we had any dirty clothes scattered around the
house, and we told her no, we had gotten them all to the laundry this
morning. She asked us to strip our beds, and bring the linen down to the
laundry room. All the kids ran to do as she asked. With that chore done,
the boys asked if they could go out to the pool, and she smiled and nodded
yes.

By the time we made it out to the pool, the boys were all there, and
naked. Bobby told them to fold up their clothes and put them in the
cabana. They folded them up and raced to the end of the pool to put them in
the cabana. This way, when they finished and were ready to go inside, they
could use the poolside shower, and get dressed in the cabana. That way no
mess went into the house.

With clothes put away, we lined the boys up to Coppertone them. We made
sure to get it all over them, especially their boy parts. By the time we
finished smearing the lotion around, they all had stiffies.

They all went straight into the pool, and were splashing and giggling in no
time. Bobby and I took the opportunity to go down to the cabana, get out of
our clothes, and grab towels for everyone.

When we got back to the pool with the towels, the boys were jumping off the
diving board, swimming to the shallow end, getting out and doing it all
over again. They were having a great time.

Bobby and I slipped into the water in the shallow end, and leaned back
against the side of the pool, which allowed us to watch the boys. They
continued to play non-stop.

Bobby moved over to me, so his flank was touching mine. He put his arm
around my shoulder and pulled me to him. I looked over at him, and he
kissed me. I wanted more than just a kiss, and pushed my tongue into his
mouth. I spent a minute exploring the inside of his mouth, and then I
sucked his tongue as if it was a cock. He withdrew his tongue and broke the
kiss.

He looked me straight in the eye, and said to me, "Damn, you're horny as
hell!"  I nodded my head in agreement, and asked him if that was a
problem. He said he wasn't sure, because he didn't know what we could get
away with doing out here in the pool. As we climbed out of the pool, I saw
that Bobby had a full hard-on. I had a slight chubby. We went over to the
deck chairs where we laid out the towels to warm and grabbed a couple,
before heading to the patio table. We raised the umbrella to get some
shade, and made ourselves comfortable.

Just after we sat down, we heard the patio doors opening, and Mrs. Hardy's
announcement of fresh lemonade headed our way. Bobby and I both took the
opportunity to cover our laps with our towels. The boys hurried over, and
stood around the table waiting for Mrs. Hardy.

She arrived with the lemonade in a large plastic pitcher, and had five
plastic glasses on the serving tray, each filled with ice. She placed the
tray on the table, and poured lemonade for all of us. Neither the boys nor
Mrs. Hardy seemed uncomfortable with their nudity. Bruce and Brian's dicks
were soft, but Billy had a full stiffy. We all drank our lemonade, while
chatting with Mrs. Hardy. When she turned to go back into the house, she
asked what we wanted for lunch. The vote was unanimous for peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches. She told us she would bring lunch out in about an
hour.

The boys finished their lemonade, and went back into the pool. Bobby and I
followed them. The cool water felt good on our naked skin, and we moved
over to a corner of the shallow end. As we leaned against the side of the
pool, Bobby again moved over to me, his flank touching mine. I felt his
hand on the top of my thigh, and let out a soft moan. I liked the feel of
his hand on me. He wasted no time, in sliding his hand down into my
crotch. I spread my legs farther apart to give him better access. He
wrapped his hand around my dick, and began stroking it. In a matter of
seconds, I was fully erect. I was enjoying the feelings associated with
underwater masturbation. It was a completely new sensation. I thought about
masturbating bobby, but decided instead to enjoy what he was doing for me.

I started to feel the build up, and asked Bobby to stop. I told him I
wanted to cum while performing 69. He said he understood and took his hand
away turning me around so I was facing the patio doors. He started to
massage my butt cheeks, and it felt good. Soon I was lying with my chest on
the pool decking. As he worked my butt, I began to spread my legs. Soon he
was rubbing several fingers up and down my cleft, allowing each pass to rub
against my boyhole. I was enjoying the stimulation, and actually wanted
more. He moved up behind me, and began to rub his hard cock up and down my
cleft. I was really getting into it. I started to wonder if he planned to
fuck me. Even though we hadn't seen it done, we knew that the dick went in
the asshole, followed by much thrusting, grunting, and moaning.

I felt him lean his chest on to my back, and I thought he was going to do
it. The humping continued at an increased rate, and his was moaning. I knew
his was close to cum shooting. Without warning, I felt his cum shoot across
my back. It felt warm and delightful. When he finished shooting, he again
leaned his chest across my back and rubbed the hot cum into our skin. When
he finally released me, I could feel his soft cock sliding down my back and
butt. He lifted himself off me, and splashed pool water over my back,
causing the hot cum to wash away into the pool.  He gave himself a quick
dick wash as he backed away from me. I turned to smile at him, and saw
Billy sitting on the side of the pool watching us. I looked at Bobby and
pointed at Billy so he would notice him.

Bobby asked him what he was doing, and he explained that Bruce and Brian
were rubbing each other on the other side of the pool, and what we were
doing looked much more interesting. He asked why Bobby was lying on my
back, and why was he washing cum off my back. Bobby explained that instead
of having me rub his dick, he decided to rub it on my back to change the
feelings. It had felt so good, that he had shot cum and needed to clean me
up when he was done. Billy asked if it was okay to have cum in the pool,
and Bobby assured him that it was fine. When Billy headed off to join the
other boys, I asked Bobby if he had intended to dry hump me. He said no,
that he was sorry. His dick just got the better of his logical thinking. I
told him I was fine with it, and was actually hoping he was going to fuck
me. He looked at me and said, "Damn, I knew I should have stuck it in you."
I just laughed.

We again heard the patio door, and Mrs. Hardy announcing lunch. We went out
to the pool and walked over to the patio table. We had just sat down when
she arrived at the table, and hadn't had time to cover with our
towels. Fortunately, neither of us had a hard-on. She looked at both of us
and handed us our towels. Bobby finally decided to ease the situation by
saying, "So have I changed much since you last changed my diapers?" She
said, "Yes, you have grown into quite a big boy." He smiled.

She told us she was unable to find the peanut butter, so she had
substituted cold roast beef sandwiches, with potato salad and cold
asparagus with lemon butter. She had also made fresh iced tea. She set the
table and served us.  The boys liked the roast beef and thanked her. Bobby
and I also thanked her. She told us she would be back later for the dishes.

We finished our lunch, and Bobby told the boys we were going to take the
dishes in to Mrs. Hardy. They complained a little, but did it anyway.

I noticed as we carried the plates into the house, that the boy's skin was
turning a light shade of pink. I pointed it out to Bobby and he
nodded. When we got the dishes into the kitchen, he announced to the boys
that they were starting to burn and we would spend the rest of the
afternoon watching cartoons. They were disappointed, but had no choice.

They ran to the family room, and pulled out the mattresses. Sheets and
pillows were next. The boys bedded down, and Bobby and I took off our
towels and sat on the sofa, covering with a light blanket.

A combination of sun, water, and strenuous activity, combined to make the
boys tired, and within 20 minutes, they were all asleep on the
floor. Mrs. Hardy came in to check on us, and told us she was closing the
door, since she would be vacuuming the rest of the house soon.

When she left, Bobby and I got down on the remaining unoccupied mattress
and got comfortable. We changed the channel on the television to an old
movie. I slid over to Bobby and we started making out after checking to
make sure the boys were asleep. The kisses were hot, the tongue swapping
erotic, and the groping of boy parts was enjoyable. We were both rock hard.

Without a word, Bobby started to roll me on to my side and massage my butt
cheek. His hands were warm and it felt exciting to me. He spooned up close
to me, and kissed my neck and licked my ear. That action sent shivers down
my spine, and directly to the tip of my dick. After a minute of these
incredible sensations, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me.  I
told him I didn't mind trying, but we really didn't know how to do
it. While nibbling on my ear, he said, "How tough can it be? Dick goes in
ass and rubbing starts." I had to laugh at his simplistic explanation. I
reminded him we didn't have any lube, and the shower was a long way
away. Without saying anything, he slid his finger down my cleft. I could
feel the cold lube on it. I looked over to see what he had, and he showed
me the tube of Coppertone. I laughed, and told him it was obvious that he
was planning to fuck me this afternoon. He responded by saying, "After the
dry rub in the pool, I want the real thing now." With that, he proceeded to
rub me even faster. Each time his finger glided over my boyhole my
sphincter clamped down and my dick got harder. Finally after enough
rubbing, he concentrated his efforts on my boyhole. He added more lube to
his finger and went straight for the boyhole. He attempted to force his
finger into me, and I told him it hurt when he did that. He backed off, and
began more of a soft massage at the entrance. After about five minutes, he
was able to work his whole finger inside of me. My sphincter was clamping
and unclamping with every move of his finer. He finally pushed forward
enough to hit that special spot deep inside me. When he rubbed it and
pushed against it, my dick throbbed and swelled. We learned later that the
sweet spot was really a prostate gland.

He rolled me over a bit more, until I was finally on my stomach. I had to
reach down and adjust my dick, so I could be comfortable. He continued to
finger fuck me, adding lube anytime I seemed to be getting dry. He asked if
I though he should add a second finger to the mix, and I told him to add
enough fingers to equal the width of his cock. That way, his cock was sure
to fit without killing me. He took a minute to measure his dick with his
fingers, and he determined that his dick was the width of his first and
second fingers. He then used this combination to stuff into my
boyhole. Five minutes of gentle stretching and massage had me begging him
to put his cock in me.

I was desperate to find out what it would feel like to have a real cock in
me. As he withdrew his fingers, he added more lube to my cleft and
boyhole. He leaned back away from me and I could see him slathering the
Coppertone on his dick. When he finished lubing up, he came over and
straddled me, putting a knee on each side of me, against my hips. He leaned
forward, and I felt his cock sliding down my cleft. He rubbed his dick up
and down my cleft, grazing my boyhole with every thrust. When I couldn't
take the teasing any longer, I hissed at him to put it in me.

He laughed at me, and adjusted his body alignment. When his dick was lined
up with my boyhole, I felt the head touch, and then Bobby pushed in against
my sphincter. There was a moment of sharp pain as the head penetrated me,
but it was immediately replaced with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure
which grew as he continued his slide into me. My sphincter spasmed
repeatedly, clenching his cock and stopping his forward motion until it
relaxed and released him. He was then able to continue his plunge. In less
than a minute, I could feel his pubic hair against my ass cheeks, and his
nutsack slapping against mine. Once he realised he was balls deep, he
ceased all movement, taking time to enjoy the feel of my hot ass. I could
feel the head of his dick pulsing against my prostate.

After the brief pause, he began the sweet push pull action my ass had been
so craving. He would pull out until just the head was in, and then
forcefully push back in until he hit my prostate. I was so excited, that I
could feel the precum dripping from my rigid cock. Every hit to my prostate
caused a spasm of my dick, which forced more precum out. Bobby managed to
control himself for about five minutes, before the grunting and groaning
started. His breathing became ragged, and his thrusting speed increased. I
could feel his cock expanding and pulsing inside me, and soon I felt the
wash of hot cum bathing my insides. Bobby laid his body on top of mine, and
pushed his cock as far into me as it could go. As each shot of cum struck
my prostate, it made my sphincter spasm, and clench his cock. I counted
each shot as he came, and to my surprise he shot six times. I thought that
was pretty good for a 13 year-old boy. His dick remained hard, and as he
started to pull it out I stopped him. I told him I wanted it in me until it
softened.

After another five minutes, I felt the softening begin. In no time at all,
his dick was completely flaccid and he pulled it out of me. He rolled over
on his back, still breathing deeply. I rolled slid myself to him, and
rested my chest on his stomach. I had a great view of his cock, and I could
see where cum had stuck to him. I also saw tiny streaks of blood on the
sides of his shaft. It wasn't until much later that I learned that ass
virgins frequently bleed when losing their virginity.

I moved my self down so my mouth aligned with his soft cock. I took it in
my mouth and went to work cleaning cum and blood off of it. It only took a
few minutes to clean him up, and then I licked and sucked on his nutsack
for awhile.  When I sat up, I saw that he had again fallen asleep. I
figured that while he napped, I would get myself cleaned up. As I stood up,
I could feel hot cum trying to escape from my boyhole. With my legs held
tightly together, I hobbled up the stairs to the bathroom.


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

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