Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 17:59:19 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Going Over To Robbie's House

Everybody loved going over to Robbie's house, at least those of us who
were lucky enough to know what was so special about it. He had a
Nintendo with some great games, but we all had those.  There was a big
TV in the den, but not as big as Patrick's, or mine for that matter.
They didn't have a pool.  You could always get something to eat, but all
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are pretty much alike.  Oreos are
Oreos.  No, what was special about going to Robbie's was Brian, his
brother.

Brian was about five years older than we were, so he must have been
seventeen the first time I found out what was so special  I'd known him
vaguely for years, but just as Robbie's brother, some older kid who
lived in Robbie's house, but who never had much to do with Robbie's
friends. Here I was though, knocking on the door of his bedroom, praying
that I wasn't the victim of an elaborate practical joke.  Robbie and the
other guys had assured me I wasn't, that it was absolutely true, that
all I had to do was follow the rules and I'd find out.

"Come in."  I took a deep breath, turned the doorknob and went in.
Brian was sitting at his desk. He turned briefly to look at me, then
turned back to whatever he was reading.  "Hey, Gary."

"Hey, Brian."  I stood there awkwardly, knowing I was making a big
mistake.  I was usually awkward anyway, a skinny twelve year old, five
feet nothing, ninety-five pounds, shy, easily embarrassed at anything.
And nothing could be more embarrassing than this.  But the first rule
was you had to ask.  Brian wasn't going to volunteer.

"Um, Brian?" I began haltingly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to, um, you know...?"

"Do I want to what?"  He wasn't going to make it easy, but they'd warned
me of that.

"You know...um..."

He turned and looked at me with a neutral expression but said nothing.

I blurted it out in one breath. "They were probably lying but the guys
said if I asked you you'd suck my dick, and if they were lying I'm
sorry, but if they weren't will you?  Will you suck my dick?"

His expression didn't change.  Then calmly he asked "What do you say?"

I panicked for an instant.  I didn't know what he meant.  Then I
remembered the second rule.  You had to be polite.  "Please?"

He continued to look at me blandly, then stood up.  "Yup."

Brian towered over me by more than a foot.  He was not a great athlete,
but he was on the basketball team and was well-built and fit.  He had
curly dirty blond hair and I'd always thought he was pretty
good-looking, with a smooth complexion and nice features.  He was a
better student than he was an athlete and he had a look of intelligence,
enhanced by the glasses he sometimes wore.  He now took them off and put
them on the desk and walked toward me.

I had no idea what to do, but I'd been assured that that didn't matter,
that Brian would do everything, that all I had to do was follow his
lead.  In fact, that was a rule too, that you had to do just what he
wanted, that he'd do what he did in his own way, you just had to go
along.  I'd been assured that I'd like it, though, that he'd never try
to make me do anything yucky.

Brian sat on the edge of his bed and reached out a hand toward me,
sticking a finger in the waistband of my jeans, pulling me over to stand
in front of him.  He grasped my shirt on either side and pulled it out
of my pants.  He then reached up under it and began to rub my smooth
belly and my chest, all the way up to my nipples, pinching each of them
very lightly.  I felt my dick begin to stiffen in my pants.  Brian
pulled his hands out and rubbed my butt, kneading my denim-covered
buttcheeks,then stroked down the outside of my thighs and then up the
inside, stopping before he reached my crotch.

Neither of us said anything.  I'd been told that it wasn't a rule not to
talk, but it wasn't necessary.  Besides, what was there to say?  Brian
glanced up at my face briefly then unbuttoned my shirt completely,
pulling it open but making no move to take it off.  He leaned forward
and rubbed his cheek slowly against my bare belly, then turned is head
so he was nuzzling me with his face and his closed lips, kneading my
butt lightly all the while.  I was staggered by all this; it wasn't at
all what I'd expected.  I never knew there was any more to getting your
dick sucked than just, well, getting your dick sucked.  This
affectionate foreplay from Brian was a complete surprise.  I liked it
though.

Finally Brian pulled back and turned his attention to my groin.  He
reached out and began to fondle me; no doubt he could feel that I was as
hard as a nail.  He slowly pulled down my zipper and reached inside to
fondle some more.  He unbuckled my belt and undid the button, letting my
jeans fall to my ankles.  I could see my hard dick making a bulge in the
front of my briefs but Brian left off the fondling for a moment and
stuck his middle finger down inside the waistband, stopping as he
reached the base of my cock.  He moved it back and forth through the
small sparse patch of hair I had so proudly sprouted recently.  My dick
was twitching and I was afraid I'd spurt before we reached the main
event.  Maybe Brian thought the same thing because he pulled his finger
out and with both hands pulled my undershorts down to join my jeans. My
dick stuck straight out toward Brian's face, all four and a half inches
of it (Hey, I was twelve, remember), twitching and its bare head
glistening.  He leaned forward and swabbed the head with his tongue,
sending almost painful jolts of electric pleasure through my whole lower
body.  My knees started to tremble but Brian held me up with his hands
cupping my ass.  He opened his mouth wide and in one motion engulfed the
entire length of my harder-than-hard pride and joy.  Closing his lips
tightly around my shaft he began to bob his head back and forth, working
his tongue madly all the while.  I'd never known such intense pleasure,
never even imagined it.  Masturbation was nothing like this.  My whole
existence seemed to be concentrated in my cock, then I felt the climax
began to build in my balls and someplace deep in my ass I'd never been
aware of before.  Just before it became unbearable I exploded,
uncontrollably sending jet after jet of my cream into Brian's mouth.  I
knew this was what he wanted, but even if he didn't I wouldn't have been
able to warn him.  I couldn't speak,  Brian stopped sucking as I stopped
spurting but he kept my dick in his mouth.  I could sense him swallowing
my load down.  Finally he pulled back, sticking out his tongue to mop up
any stray drops.

Brian leaned back and looked up at me, the bland unreadable expression
back on his face, unsmiling but not unfriendly.  He didn't say anything
and I didn't know if iI was supposed to.  He reached down and pulled up
my undershorts, tucking my dick neatly inside, then my jeans.  With a
nod he indicated that I should fasten them.  I did, then stood there,
unsure what to do next.  He gave me no indication.  Finally I had to
ask.  "Are we done?  I mean, do you want me to do anything else?"

"Nope. We're done"  He looked at me expectantly.  I realized what he was
waiting for.

"Oh.  Um.  Well, thank you very much"  Remember--be polite.

He nodded.  "You're welcome."  He went back to his desk without another
word and I went  to join Robbie in his room.

I couldn't begin to understand why Brian did what he did, but that first
episode set a pattern that would play out with slight variations for the
next two years.  You had to wait for Robbie to invite you over to his
house, which in my case was usually about once a week.  I'd go there
after school and Robbie and I would play video games or whatever until
Brian got home.  Both their parents worked so nobody else was there.
Brian would drive up, come in, say hello if we were downstairs, then go
up to his room.  After a while Robbie would tell me to "Go see what
Brian's up to."  I'd knock on Brian's door, go in, ask him politely to
please suck my dick, and he would.  I'd say thank you and leave.

Not every encounter was the same, but the variations were all up to
Brian.  Some times would be just like the first.  Other times he
wouldn't open my clothes at all except for my zipper and would suck me
fully dressed with my hard dick sticking out of my fly.  Some times he
would kneel on the floor while he did this instead of sitting on the
bed.  More often he would have me lay on his bed and he would take my
pants completely off and he would lay between my legs, licking and
kissing and sucking the whole area for ages; other times he tried to
make me come as quickly as possible.  Oddly, though he usually opened my
shirt or pushed it above my nipples, he almost never took it off; only
once or twice did I get completely naked. But he was always the one to
determine how we did it.  I didn't mind at all letting him be in
charge--the end result was always me shooting a fabulous load down
Brian's throat after a fantastic blow job.  Only once did he refuse.  I
went in his room as usual and asked him to please suck my dick and he
calmly said no.  I couldn't believe it and of course asked why.  He said
I had forgotten to say thank you on my previous visit!  I didn't recall
that, but I apologized profusely, to no avail.  He was adamant.  He said
next time I'd remember.  I thought he was being a real jerk, but didn't
say so--I wanted to make sure there would be a next time!  There was,
and all was forgiven, if not forgotten.

The only times I didn't have to ask first before Brian would blow me
were when I went to their house on weekends, when their parents were
home.  I never just stopped in--Robbie would invite me-- but Brian would
decide when it was safe and tell me, rather than making me ask.  I think
he kind of liked the riskiness involved, sucking me dry while his
parents were downstairs.  Once we even did it in their garage, Brian
kneeling on the floor, bobbing up and down on my dick, with his father
in the yard not ten yards away.  Only one other time did we do it
anywhere but in Brian's room.  Robbie had invited me over on a Saturday
but his mother was getting ready for a party. She asked Brian to take
Robbie and me to the movies to get us out of her hair.  Brian grumbled,
but I don't think he really minded.  He had me sit in the front seat
with Robbie in the back, and he fondled me all the way to the theater.
Once there he had me sit between him and Robbie and, after putting his
jacket over my lap, he opened my zipper and played openly with my dick
as we watched the film..  He whispered in my ear at one point "Want me
to suck you now?" but I think he was kidding--there were too many people
around.  After the movie he had us linger in the lobby for a while,
until the next show had started.  I didn't understand why until he took
me in the men's room and into one of the stalls.  Sitting on the toilet,
he pulled me toward him and blew me "fast and furious."  I was scared to
death that someone would come in but I'd blown a big load down his
throat and we were cleaning up at the sinks before someone did.  Robbie,
it turned out had been keeping watch and would have given us a warning
if somebody had approached.

All the time I had been having my encounters with Brian I had wondered
how Robbie felt about the whole thing.  He had set me up with Brian in
the first place, but it was sort of understood that we didn't talk about
it.  That wasn't a "rule" but we just didn't..  Some of the other guys
(I always knew I wasn't Brians only customer) and I wondered if Brian
blew Robbie too.  Finally one day when Robbie and I were alone and he
seemed to be in a mellow  mood I just flat out asked him.

"Hey Robbie, can I ask you something?  Does Brian do with you what he
does he does with the rest of us?"

Robbie looked at me dumbfounded and I was afraid I'd really gone too
far.  His reply surprised me though.  "Are you kidding?  Of course!  I
thought you all knew that!  Christ yeah, he does it all the time!  Every
night!  Practically every morning too.  That's the main reason I got you
guys involved--so my poor dick could get a rest.  He was wearing it
out!"  We both laughed.


               To be continued soon

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