Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2017 13:00:12 -0500
From: John Inmayo <pnmayo@gmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and My Butt: Chapter 2 The Drumsticks

Bobby and My Butt:  Chapter 2  Drumsticks

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Chapter 2, Drumsticks

Just a couple of weeks after my first sleepover at Bobby's house, my mother
insisted (as if I'd object) that it was only polite to reciprocate the
hospitality I'd been shown with an invitation of my own.  Bobby blushed and
grinned when I asked him whether he could spend Friday night at my house,
so I knew he had in mind a repeat of our rather blissful first encounter.
Our mothers conferred, details and arrangements were made, and after school
on Friday Bobby and I sat together as we rode the bus to the street where I
lived.

After my mother welcomed Bobby and offered us some snacks, which we quickly
consumed, she suggested we change into "play clothes" and go outside for
some fresh air.  Of course what she wanted was us out of her hair, which
was fine as we equally wanted time without close adult supervision.

So we raced upstairs to change.  After my sleepover at his house there was
no shame or modesty between us, so by the time I closed the bedroom door
Dennis had shed his shirt and was already stripping off the trousers of his
school uniform.  It didn't take me long to catch up and soon we were both
down to our tighty-whiteys. My mother was in the kitchen directly below my
bedroom so there would be no real games at this juncture.  But a little fun
couldn't be resisted.

Remembering the striptease Bobby had performed last time I writhed a bit
which brought a giggle from Bobby.  I flashed my butt cheeks at him and got
a full-on laugh. Then, as I pulled down the front of my briefs to flash my
junk I noticed the tent in his underpants.  My prick sprang immediately to
attention.  I covered up and with a smirk stated simply, "Later!"

In response, Bobby pulled down the front of his briefs and spoke to his
fully hard little dick, "You heard the man - you'll just have to wait!"  We
both laughed and continued changing into cutoffs and tee shirts. As we
rushed through the kitchen on the way outside my mother reminded us to be
back inside by 5pm.  "I'll be upstairs getting ready; your father and I are
going out to the Clark's party this evening.  I'll preheat the oven so if
you put a couple of TV dinners in at 5 they'll be ready a bit before 6."

The time passed quickly as we rough-housed and goofed around, and soon it
was time to go in.  My father arrived home from work just after we'd put
the dinners in the oven and turned the tv on.  After exchanging
pleasantries he went upstairs to change for the party.  The timer "dinged"
and Bobby and I went to the kitchen to get the piping hot dinners from the
oven.  While we were still eating at the kitchen table my parents came into
the room to share final instructions before going to the party.

"You boys clean up this kitchen after you finish eating," my mother said.
 "We'll be home before midnight and the Clark's number is written on the
pad by the phone. You'd better be in bed by the time we return. And take a
shower first - you're both filthy!"

Bobby nodded as I replied, "We will, Mom.  Don't worry about us."

She gave me an embarrassing kiss on the forehead as she headed out the
door.  My father paused, looked us over a bit, and said with a sly grin,
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."  Though our responses were meant to
reassure him we both knew we were lying - we planned to do quite a bit that
I don't think he'd do!

After finishing dinner and cleaning up the kitchen Bobby suggested we go
ahead and get our showers. "We are a mess!" he said.  I agreed, we did need
a bath and besides, showering meant taking our clothes off - the sooner the
better in my opinion.  Figuring he was on that same wavelength I suggested
we shower together, "We can save water, and it might just be fun."

"You're a pervert" he said with a grin.  I nodded and replied, "Takes one
to know one!"

Our shower started simply enough; we each washed our own hair and scrubbed
down pretty well.  All the time we had our eyes on each other and I must
say that Bobby's beautiful body seemed even more so as it glistened under
that warm flow.  Both of us had semi-hard dicks just from being naked
together, and we knew it was going to go further.  Sooner rather than later
seemed the wisest course to me so I asked Bobby to wash my back.

Of course he was glad to oblige, and the feeling of his hands, slick with
water and soap, brought my boner to full staff.  Bobby didn't linger with
my back and moved instead to my ass after only a few moments.  Did I
object?  Yeah, right!  He rubbed my cheeks, sliding his fingers along the
crack and brushing lightly the pucker in which I knew he was most
interested.

"You'd better wash that real good" I said, "so that it'll be ready for
what's coming later."

Bobby didn't need much encouragement; I'd hardly spoken when his finger
pressed into my asshole as I arched my back and thrust my bottom toward
him.  It was glorious!  But I had a plan for later, so after just a bit
longer than he'd spent washing my back I pulled away and turned toward him.

"Now let me wash you!" I offered.  And wordlessly, Bobby turned around.
Not terribly interested in the back scrub, he immediately pushed his ass in
my direction, reached back with both hands, and spread his cheeks.  I'm one
who can take a hint!  With soapy hands I washed his ass crack thoroughly,
rubbing at the entrance to his hole.  Then I returned the favor he'd shown
me and pushed my finger up his butt.  Bobby let out a little squeak that I
took for the sound of pleasure as I moved my finger around in the warm
moistness of his gorgeous ass.

We' been playing in the shower longer than either of us imagined I guess,
as we depleted the supply of hot water.  Not at all interested in a cold
shower - literally or figuratively - we got out and took turns drying one
another.  He wanted more, I wanted more, and we would not be disappointed!

There was no need for clothes, so we made the way to my bedroom with all
our assets on display.  But, out of habit I closed the bedroom door behind
us.

"Let's play cards," I offered.

"Sure," Bobby responded. "What do you want to play?  Hearts? Rummy?  Or
maybe poker?"

I suggested we play "War", knowing the game choice wouldn't matter much as
I was pretty sure we'd be distracted before any game went too far.  You
see, I'd borrowed a deck of cards from my friend David.  The cards were a
part of his father's not-so-secret porn stash.  There were two such decks,
both adorned with adult images.  One deck was in color and the other black
and white.  I'd chosen the latter; a bit less glamorous perhaps but the
photos displayed a wider range of sexual activities including a fair number
showing men cornholing and otherwise playing with each others buttholes.

It was clear Bobby liked the cards.  Both our dicks had softened a bit
since our shower, but mine had stiffened at just the thought of the cards
and what to which games they surely would lead.  As soon as he saw them,
Bobby realized I had no idea of a "straight" card game! His dick went
instantly from chubby to full-on hard the moment he saw them.

Bobby flipped through the deck one card at a time, pausing on those which
most interested him and frequently showing those to me; "Wow! That guy has
his finger up that blonde guys ass!" or "Can you believe how big his dick
is?"  I would glance at the card in question, comment, and quickly return
my gaze to his beautiful crotch.

On one photo Bobby stopped longer than the others.  It was one in which a
girl was pushing a dildo into one of the men's ass.  Bobby stared at it and
lightly rubbed the underside of his dick.  "I wish we had one of those
things" he said.

Having anticipated this might occur I was prepared. Walking to my desk and
opening the drawer I withdrew and held before him two wooden drumsticks,
saying, "Well, I don't have a dildo but I've got these."  I was no drummer,
and have no idea how I came into possession of those drumsticks.  But I
knew they would work for this purpose - many were the times I'd lubed one
or the other of them with pilfered hand lotion and slipped it deep into the
pleasurable warmth of my own play-hole.

Bobby's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed, "Oh my God, you want to put
that up inside me?" he asked with a mixture of shock and anticipation.

"Only if you'll put the other on in me!" I quickly replied. "This will
help," I said as I showed him the nearly empty tube of hand lotion.

Bobby rolled onto his stomach and said, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

I couldn't think of a reply, so instead of speaking I acted.  First I put a
gob of the lotion on my index finger, then began to rub it into the
beautiful, soft pucker skin of his fanny hole. Bobby reached back with one
hand and pulled his cheeks apart, which I took as an invitation.
Increasing the pressure slowly I began to slip my slick finger into him,
just the tip at first but soon I was sliding it in as far as the second
joint, moving it slowly in and out.  Bobby just closed his eyes, grinned,
and moaned slightly.

When I withdrew my finger Bobby looked back, as if wondering why the
pleasant sensation he'd been enjoying had ceased.  When he saw that I was
applying a thin coating of lotion to the thick end of one of the drumsticks
he giggled. "You really think it'll fit?" he asked, half seriously.

"Oh, I'll get it in there!" I promised.

With that, I slicked the drumstick with hand lotion and began to press it
against the rim of his butthole.  The stick was twice as thick as my
finger, but it was smooth and rounded and having experienced its
penetration in my solitary explorations I knew Bobby would soon enjoy a
very fulFILLing sensation!  So I pressed a bit harder and his hole began to
open, and the stick began to slide into him.  He sucked in sharply and I
stopped, "Just relax" I said softly as a eased the stick slowly back out
toward the opening.   When the end of the stick was just inside his pretty
little butthole, I stopped and slowly began to slide it back into him
again.

It took only a few of those in and out motions for Bobby to relax and begin
to more fully appreciate the kind attention I was paying to his butthole.
His cheeks flushed and he began to moan softly, moving his hips gently in
time with the probing rhythm of the drumstick.  "Squeeze out on it like
you're pooping" I suggested.  Bobby complied, and I could see his hole
pucker move itself along the quasi-dildo. His back arched into the
drumstick and I knew he enjoyed having the thing up inside him just as much
as I do!

"Let me play with your butt while you do that" Bobby suggested.  Poking
Bobby's hole had me indescribably horned up, and I couldn't wait to have my
butthole done. So I straddled him on all fours with my butt toward his
face.  That way I could see all his nasty bits as I gently fucked him with
the drumstick.  His beautiful little dick seemed to pulse in rhythm with
the rubbing inside his butthole.

As Bobby began to rub around my hole with his finger the whole game took us
both to a new level.  As I poked him with the drumstick, he pushed first
one, then two fingers into my willing ass.  Once I was loosened up he
pulled his fingers out of me and there was a delay; I knew he was rubbing
lotion onto the other drumstick, and I couldn't wait to feel it intrude
into my gut.

I pulled the drumstick out of him so that as I felt him push his into me I
could return the favor.  That simultaneous intrusion of our nasty little
boy holes made us both gasp and squeal.  Without a word we moved the
drumsticks in synchronous rhythm so that we both shared the same
experience.

How it occurred to me during all this play I do not know, but somehow I
realized that I was in perfect position to suck on Bobby's little dick
while I poked his puckered fanny hole.  When I first licked the underside
of his dick head he gasped again, then without hesitation he returned the
favor, taking the full length of my hard dicklet into his mouth.

It's really hard to describe well what it was like, and telling about it
has made me get hard.  Just think of it, I was on all fours completely
naked.  My legs were spread with my knees on either side of Bobby, who was
under me.  My ass felt amazingly full and the movement of the drumstick
inside my fanny rubbed on those places that feel so very good.

Why my dick hadn't exploded is a mystery but I promise it was so hard it
felt it might do so any moment as Bobby sucked and mouthed it. All the
while I'm sucking his beautiful, smooth little dick and massaging the
inside of his ass just as he is doing to my own.  In that position I could
see his hairless balls and almost all the way to his hole, where the
drumstick was poking, prodding, and rubbing the inside of his wonderful ass.

Bobby and I were mutually enthralled in sexual ecstasy, moving
unconsciously in serpentine writhing - the miraculous dance of each of us
being both penetrator and recipient, giver and receiver.  My fanny hole
felt better than it ever had before.  My dick was warm and moist and moving
relentlessly toward what promised to be an overwhelming orgasm. My nipples
fairly throbbed.  Every cell of my being, and every corner of my
consciousness was electrified with lust!  It couldn't last.

Arms and legs, tummies and backs, jaws and brows, grunts and groans,
buttholes and dicks pulsed and throbbed into a rhythmic climax that
consumed us both.  It was one of the few times I've experienced genuinely
simultaneous orgasms.

Panting and sweaty, I collapsed onto Bobby; both of us with a drumstick
still inside us. It took a few moments to regain our senses and when we did
we each gingerly removed the instruments of our mutual delight from the
others' joy hole. We turned face to face and fell asleep in each others
arms, naked flesh to naked flesh.

Needing to pee, I awoke not too much later and that awakened a groggy
Bobby.  We peed together, cleaned up a bit, put on our tighty whiteys, and
slept so soundly we never heard his parents return from their party; our
fun had escaped parental scrutiny once again.

Chapter 2 End (more to come, if you'd like)