Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2013 12:00:42 +0100
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and I Chapter 6

Bobby and I
Chapter 6

I got into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I then proceeded to
expel a significant amount of air. Another lesson learned; anal sex causes
gas. I could feel a lot of Bobby's cum running out of me. I sat long enough
to allow most of the gas and cum to leave my ass. When I stood and looked
down, there was quite a bit of cum in the toilet, along with some small
droplets of blood. Not giving it a passing thought, I flushed the toilet.

I got into the shower, and turned the water to warm. The water cascading
down my body felt nice. I turned around and let it run down my back and
butt. I reached back and spread my cheeks, so the water could wash out any
remaining Coppertone. I soaped up my hands, and began to wash my
cleft. When my hand ran over my bunghole, I noticed that I was a little
sore. I felt around a little and discovered that my butt hole had stretched
quite a bit. I was grateful that Bobby's cock wasn't any larger than it
was.

I finished showering, and let the cool water run over my butt for a few
minutes, the coolness making my boyhole feel better, and the steady stream
of pressure giving me a hard-on. I stepped out of the tub, and grabbed my
towel to dry off. I was toweling my hair when the bathroom door burst open
and in flew Billy. He headed right to the toilet, and instantaneously began
to pee. While he was standing there, he looked over at me and said, "Almost
didn't make it." I asked him if he had too much lemonade and tea, and he
said he thought so. He shook off the last drops and turned to me. While
staring at my dick, he told me, "You need to rub that, and then it will go
down." I told him he was probably right, and he ran out of the bathroom as
fast as he had run in. I thought about what he said, and realised that I
had satisfied Bobby, but not myself.

I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and headed down to the family room
to see if Bobby was awake yet. When I got there, Bobby was awake and
sitting on the sofa with the sheet draped over him. All the boys were
awake.

The heat of the day had passed, so Bobby sent the boys out to play in the
backyard. We followed them out, wrapped in towels, and went over and sat at
the patio table. Bobby hadn't told the boys to get dressed, so they were
romping around in their usual nakedness. I asked Bobby why he hadn't had
them dress, and he told me they were only going to be out here 10 or 15
minutes, and then he was sending them in for showers and jammies before
dinner.

True to his word, after 15 minutes, Bobby sent the boys in to shower. They
ran through the yard and around the pool before getting to the patio
doors. Once inside, they sprinted up the stairs and dashed for the
bathroom. By the time Bobby and I caught up with them, they were already in
the shower.

We went to their room and laid out their jammies as usual. On the way back
to the bathroom, Bobby stopped and got them towels. We got them washed and
dried in record time, and they didn't argue about getting their jammies
on. When they finished, Bobby told them to go down to the playroom and play
with their toys until dinner was ready.

Bobby said he needed a shower and went to the bathroom. I followed him,
stopping for towels on the way. When I got into the bathroom, he was
already in the shower, and asked if I wanted to get in with him. I told him
I had just gotten out a few minutes ago. While he was showering, he asked
if I had any idea what the red stuff dried on his dick was.

I was going to tell him, but I decided he needed to figure it out for
himself. I asked him where his dick had been lately, and he told me dry
humping me in the pool, and fucking me. I felt compelled to point out the
fact that until this afternoon I was an anal virgin, and that he had popped
my cherry. He just said, "Yes, and so?" I was getting pissed at this point
so I decided to be blunt. I told him, "You stuffed your hard dick up my
virgin ass, and fucked me silly, popping my cherry in the process."
"Usually when virgins have their cherries popped, they bleed from the
stretching and tearing. So just maybe you tore my asshole and made me
bleed, which caused blood to be left on your damn cock!"

He looked out from around the shower curtain, with a look of shock on his
face. He told me how sorry he was, that he didn't realise that all that
happened on a virgin fuck. He asked if I was all right, and I told him no,
that my ass was still sore. He quickly told me that he wouldn't fuck me
ever again. I told him that wasn't the point, that I was feeling left out
of the picture. He asked what I meant. I asked him what happened when he
dry humped me in the pool. He looked confused, so I told him; you shot a
load all over my back and butt. He responded with yes, but I did clean you
up. I then asked him what happened when he fucked me. He again looked
confused, so I told him you shot a load of hot cum up my ass. He said yes,
and asked if he was supposed to clean me up then too. I told him no, but
that he was missing the point. He had gotten to shoot two loads so far
today. I had shot no loads today. It seemed that the only person that
mattered when it came to shooting a load was Bobby.

He stuttered trying to make phony sounding excuses, and I was not in any
mood to listen. I left him in the shower and went to the bedroom to change
into my clothes. When I was dressed, he was just coming into the bedroom,
and I just pushed by him and went downstairs and out the front door.

I went home and went up to my room. Even though it was only 6:00pm, I got
out of my clothes and climbed into bed.

A few minutes later, I heard knocking at the front door, and when Mom
opened it, I could hear Bobby telling her he needed to talk to me. She let
him in and in moments, he was at my bedroom door softly knocking.  He
opened the door slightly, and poked his head in.

He started to apologize for his insensitivity, and I held up my hand to
stop him. I told him that an apology wasn't what I wanted, I wanted him to
understand that I had feelings too. He said he understood, just that
sometimes when his dick was hard, he had a difficult time thinking about
anything else.

I patted the bed beside me, and invited him to sit next to me. Once he was
seated, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I returned the kiss,
pushing my tongue against his lips in an attempt to gain entry into his
mouth. He opened his mouth slightly, and my tongue raced in. I took hold of
the back of his head, holding him to me. He immediately began sucking my
tongue, and the feelings were driving me wild. With me holding his head,
his hands were free to roam. He slid his hands down my chest, stopping at
my nipples. He gently pinched and rubbed them, raising them to hard points
in moments. While he continued massaging one nipple, his other hand glided
down to my dick. He grasped it, and pulled the foreskin all the way
back. The mere touch of his hand on me caused me to shudder. I was afraid
that I would cum on the spot, and I didn't want to. I wanted this to last,
to make up for earlier when I hadn't gotten any stimulation. I felt his
thumb rubbing over the head of my cock, and felt the precum I was oozing
being spread all around. It felt delightful. He lowered his head and licked
the head of my dick, spreading the precum all around. Without warning, he
took me into his mouth and began to suck me. After a few minutes, I told
him to stop, that I wanted him naked, so I could provide him with some fun
too.



He jumped up off the bed, and stripped out of his clothes. He then got into
bed with me. He asked if I wanted to fuck him, abd I told him no, not
now. He slipped his head under the sheet and returned to sucking me.  He
began a slow, sensual suck. I saw that he had boned up, and told him to
swing around so he could put his cock in my mouth. He did it, and I soon
had him in my mouth slowly sucking away. We were oblivious to everything
around us.

As our lovemaking continued, I heard a sound out in the hall, and realised
that when Bobby came in he hadn't closed the door all the way, or locked
it. As I looked out into the hall, I could see Tony walking by, and
stopping to look in on the action. He only stayed a minute, and then took
off down the hall.

Once I saw Tony, I knew we needed to stop and get dressed. Unfortunately,
my inflamed passion prevented me from thinking clearly, and I allowed the
sucking to continue. As we approached orgasm, my bedroom door was flung
open, and my Dad came thundering into the room. Tony was right behind him,
hollering, "See Dad, I told you they were fags."



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

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