Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2005 17:23:45 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Going Over To Robbie's House 2

One afternoon Robbie invited me to come over to his house, as usual, but
when I got there I was surprised to find that Patrick was there too.
Patrick was another classmate of ours and I knew he was also a
beneficiary of Brian's attention.  I couldn't figure out why he'd be
there at the same time as me, though; my encounters with Brian were
always one-on-one.  Patrick seemed as surprised to see me as I was to
see him.  I wondered if Robbie had screwed up his invitations somehow,
but he seemed completely unconcerned to have us both there together and
made no effort to explain.

We were all in Robbie's room when Brian arrived home.  As usual Robbie
waited a little while , then told me to go see what Brian was up to.
Brian looked up as I entered his room and seemed a little surprised.
"Hey, Gary.  Where's Patrick?"

"He's in Robbie's room.  Why, do you want him first?  I'll go get him."

"Yeah, go get him please, but I don't want him first.  I want you both
together.  Didn't Robbie tell you?"

"No, he didn't."

"Yeah.  The two of you. Please?"

I felt really weird as I went to get Patrick.  He and I had jerked off
together on occasion, so it wasn't that I was shy about him seeing my
dick, but it just seemed kind of creepy to think of Brian and us
together.  I worried about what Brian might ask us to do.  I liked
Patrick well enough, but I wasn't attracted to him sexually.  Jerking
off together was one thing--we hadn't even touched each other's
dick--but I didn't want to "have sex' with him.  He was probably the
best-looking of our group, a little taller and better built than me,
with bright blue eyes and straight white-blond hair.  He had clear skin,
a nice smile and perfect teeth.  But still, he was a twelve year old boy
and not my idea of a dream sex partner.

When I went back into Robbie's room and told Patrick that Brian wanted
us both together he seemed equally unenthusiastic. As we walked down the
hall I asked him if he had any idea what Brian had in mind.  He
didn't--he'd never been  in Brian's room with another kid either.

After the brief preliminaries--Patrick and I politely asking Brian to
blow us-- Brian sat on his bed and placed us back-to-back in front of
him.  He reached out with both hands and began to grope our crotches.  I
always liked being fondled by Brian; he always managed the perfect
balance between firmness and gentleness, and this time was no exception.
I quickly got hard.  After a few minutes Brian turned us to face him and
one by one opened our zippers, fishing our hard-ons out of our flies to
stand straight out, pointing at him

Patrick's dick was very much like mine.  We were both cut, and if he had
maybe a half inch on me in length, mine was slightly thicker.  Brian sat
there, masturbating us slowly, looking back and forth from Patrick's
dick to mine, apparently comparing the two.  Finally he leaned forward
and took mine in his mouth, but only giving me a few wet strokes before
pulling back and then doing the same to Patrick.  He kept this up for a
while, alternating between us, never sucking long or hard enough to make
us cum.  He then reached out and grabbed our butts, turning us slightly
toward each other so our dick heads almost touched. He pushed us close,
and , leaning forward, managed to capture both of our dicks in his mouth
at once.  It felt kind of cool, the sensitive head of my cock rubbing
against Patrick's in the warm wetness of Brian's mouth  while his tongue
swirled around them.  But to be honest it didn't feel as good as when
Brian blew me by myself.

I guess Brian wasn't particularly satisfied  either, because he soon
stopped and began to help Patrick and me to undress.  He took off
everything, even our shirts, and when we were both naked, our hard
little dicks bobbing in front of us, he posed us in various ways,
apparently admiring our naked barely-adolescent bodies, stroking our
legs or chests or butts, playing with our balls, fingering our little
puffs of pubic hair, never saying a word or changing his unreadable
expression.  Finally he had Patrick lay on the edge of the bed, his feet
on the floor, and had me sit on his stomach, straddling him, thus
placing my dick right on top of his.  Brian knelt on the floor between
our legs and set out again to suck us together.  He was more successful
this time and, opening wide and turning his head, was able to take in
more of our dicks, several inches of shaft as well as the head.  He
bobbed back and forth and I liked feeling my dick rubbing against
Patrick's, but I knew I'd never cum this way.  It just wasn't as
effective as a regular blow job..  Brian knew it too.  He stopped and
said, more to himself than to us, "I thought this would be cool, but
it's really not all that great.  Fuck it."

Brian stood up and had Patrick and me lay back on the bed, next to each
other.  He got between Patricks legs and began to give him a regular,
All-American cocksucking.  I watched, fascinated.  I'd never seen anyone
get blown before, except myself of course, and I could appreciate
details that I couldn't see when Brian was sucking me: the way his
cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his lips being pulled out and pushed
in on the upstroke and downstroke, the intent expression on Brian's
face, the look of satisfaction as he finished.  For it wasn't long, of
course, before Patrick gave a small groan and unloaded in Brian's mouth.
I watched Brian's throat muscles work as he swallowed it down..  He
paused finally but didn't pull away, either savoring the taste or
wanting to make sure he didn't miss a drop.  At last he sat back, sighed
softly and looked over at me.  He smiled slightly, very slightly, and
said "Next?"

I had been so turned-on by watching Brian suck Patrick that I came
almost as soon as Brian put his mouth on me.  It was such an intense.
ball-clearing orgasm that I didn't mind the shortness of the blowjob.
If Brian was disappointed he didn't say anything.  He went over and sat
at his desk, silently watching Patrick and me get dressed.  Once I'd
cummed I felt awkward around Patrick.  I knew he'd watched me as I'd
watched him, and I felt embarrassed to look at him.  We avoided each
other's gaze as we dressed, thanked Brian and left.  We walked silently
down the hall until finally Patrick spoke.

"Well, that was different."

I broke out laughing and Patrick joined in, the awkwardness broken.  We
went and watched MTV with Robbie.


              To Be Continued,

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