Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2010 11:37:38 -0600
From: Scott Fricker <ftl_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bobby Blows Me Away

The following is a sequel to "Blowing Bobby" which was posted in Young
Friends on December 7, 2010.

As always, I welcome comments from readers who enjoy the story. Please send
comments to:

ftl_s1214@hotmail.com

BOBBY BLOWS ME AWAY

Bobby pulled down the stretchy speedos from his thighs where I had pulled
them down earlier when sucking him and kicked off the suit from around one
ankle onto the floor of the camper and then sat up on his knees. His cock
was still hard and wet with a combination of my spit and his watery boy
jizz, a small pearl of it perched on top of his piss slit. He knelt on the
bed in between my legs and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my suit,
telling me to lift up my butt. Bobby's eyes focused on the very obvious
ridge of my boner as I felt the silky feel of my speedos slipping down from
around my hips. The material making a soft hissing sound as the elastic leg
openings passed over my thighs and then passing over my calves and finally
my feet. My stars/bars swim team suit landed on top of Bobby's, turned
inside-out with the white nylon liner and drawstrings exposed to view.

I sat with my elbows propping me up, my legs spread out, straight at the
knees. Bobby began to fondle me; his warm, slightly sweaty palm gently
cupping my puffy round scrotum as his fingertips lightly played upon my hot
stiffy. At twelve, my penis erect measured just a little over three inches,
about the same length as Bobby's middle finger.

I had never been touched, or "felt up", before and feeling Bobby's fingers
on me there made me squirm from the tingles radiating up and down my
boyishly sized cock.

"Gosh, Jack, your boner really feels stiff," Bobby observed with a horny
grin. It sure felt stiff and kept arching up away from my hairless pubic
skin as Bobby's fingers softly pressed into my shaft and passed up to my
very swollen dick head.

Using just the tips of his fingers, Bobby pressed into the meaty give of my
glans which was about the size of a cherry and had always reminded me of
the shape of an old-fashioned german soldier's helmet.

"So soft and warm," Bobby said at a barely perceptible volume, sounding as
if he was thinking aloud. "Man, I want to suck your's now," he said in a
lusty voice. Bobby leaned his head down, extending the tip of his tongue
from his lips and swirling it over the drum tight skin covering my bloated
and buttressed boy cap.

"Bobby!" I whimpered loudly as I felt his slippery wet tongue play upon the
nerve-laden surface of my glans. My hips wiggled slightly and my pelvis
jerkishly tilted up.

"Feels good, don't it?" Bobby asked rhetorically, looking up into my face
with a horny lear curling his lips.

It was as if Bobby seemed more turned-on knowing he was making me feel what
I'd just made him feel than when he was experiencing it for himself. I now
more fully understood why Bobby moaned as much as he had when I had given
him his blow job.

I, too, found myself moaning when Bobby resumed pressing his lips onto the
surface of my cock. This time he made his mouth into a tightly puckered
'O', pressing the wet surface of his lips onto my helmet. Bobby lowered his
mouth in a slippery glide down my slender shaft until I felt that warm and
wet ring of his puckered lips at the root of my diminutive three inches. I
felt my hard-on make a spasming jerk as Bobby's tongue ladled around the
underside of the shaft, contouring its wet spongey surface and slowly
licking back and forth along my urethral ridge.

Gasping, I found myself yelping his name, "Bobby!" in a high-pitched voice
that sounded somewhat girlish, but I couldn't help it. It just felt soooo
good! Bobby giggled with his mouth around my boyhood, clearly enjoying the
fact his mouth was causing me to loose control. His lips pressed tightly
into my boner and rose slowly until I felt them just under the constantly
flaring rim of my dick head. With the tip of his tongue, Bobby made
swirling motions around and around my pulsing head. My hips squirmed
uncontrollably from the deliciously intense tingles that came from having
my virgin cock swathed in the warm slippery wetness of Bobby's dancing
tongue.

I found myself whimpering "No, Bobby! Oh, Bobby, NO!" as the tingling made
my whole body twitch. This felt so much more intense than when I'd lay on
my tummy and grind against the bed when waking up in the mornings.

I soon became so frantic that Bobby had to grip my hips with both of his
hands to keep my wiggling ass in place. At times my pelvis would thrust up
in muscular spasms that I couldn't control. My legs began to spread from
their kicked-out position and bend at the knees with my thighs spreading
out to where it looked like i was in the midst of doing the butterfly
stroke we did in swimming.

I was starting to feel something new and unfamiliar. Those pulsing tingles
in my dick were beginning to spread now into my groin and inner thighs.

"Bobby, I gotta pump!" I warned as my hips automatically began to thrust up
and down. I was looking down at Bobby's mouth surrounding my dick, the
sides of his cheeks hollowed in as, watching helplessly, my body's
instincts took over. My slightly puffy pubic mound, graced with a soft
shadowy peach fuzz that would one day be replaced with pubic hair, tilted
up and down in a frantic series of tightly constrained pistons. My muscles
there felt as if they were rubber bands stretched to the point of
snapping. I began to breath in rapid inhales and exhales that resembled
panting.

Bobby lowered his body from knealing to laying against the mattress,
keeping his mouth around my now pistoning boy cock, as he looked up into my
face. He looked somewhat comical with his mouth puckered around my cock,
but his eyes told me that he was very turned on by watching my reaction. As
he stared at me with lust in his eyes, Bobby began to dry hump the mattress
as my bunny pumps into his mouth became more and more frantic.

I found my lower back arching and my hands which had been gripping the bed
sheets rose to grip the back of Bobby's corn yellow blonde hair. I was not
literally fucking Bobby's mouth. I couldn't help it and told him so,
adding, "It-feels-so-good-I-can't-stop!" My words coming in a paniced
stream of syllables that ran together as if all one word.

All of my body felt tense and my legs, which had been spread out from the
thighs and bent at the knees, suddenly went ram rod straight. The muscles
in them tensing from ankle to hip and at the same time my toes curling
incredibly tight. My pumping slowly tapered until my pelvis arched up and
locked in place. Taking in a harsh suck of air, as if I'd been kicked by
surprise, I let it out in a panic-stricken "BOBBY, I'M GONNA PISS!",
mistaking the intense contractions radiating from my prostate to be a
warning of imminent urination. Instead, I felt my penis flexing in stiff
spasming swells as stinging hot jolts of my very first ejaculation bulleted
up through my urethra and spurted inside Bobby's suckling mouth.

You see, as it turns out, my morning boner-twitchies when dry humping my
bed had been close to but not the real thing. So, my first ever orgasm
turned out to be when Bobby gave me that first blow job. And, not only was
it my first orgasm, but my first ever ejaculation as well.

Afterwards, as Bobby and I lay on our sides facing one another, still
naked, our summer tans with our speedo tanlines radiating ghostly white
from the light of the full moon streaming into the camper, our dicks now
semi-hard, Bobby told me my "sperm" (although at this stage it was actually
just spermless seminal fluid) had tasted like warm apple juice. He also
told me he'd counted four spurts. I apologized for sounding scared when it
had happened. He smiled like I'd never seen him smile before, knowing he'd
just taken my "cum cherry". He told me it was okay and that he couldn't
wait to taste it again.