Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2013 18:07:38 -0400
From: Alpha Omega <n_transit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Greg

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Now, onto Part Five of "Me and Bobby"...


"Jaaack? Phone, honey!" I heard my mom's voice coming from down the hallway
as I stepped out of the shower. I quickly dried off and wrapped my towel
around me before exiting the steamy bathroom and making my way into the
kitchen.

"It's your friend Bobby," she said, handing me the phone.

"Hey..." I said, knowing who it was before hearing my mom tell me. So far
Bobby was the only friend I'd made since moving to Chelton, although that
was about to change.

"You feel like hanging out at the beach," Bobby asked. "Want to meet on the
beach in like 15 minutes?"

I told him sure and was about to hang up the phone when from the other end
I heard Bobby cupping his hand around the mouthpiece and whisper, "When you
meet Greg don't say anything about last night and this morning, ok?" I felt
a little insulted that Bobby would think I could be that stupid.

"Sure," I said. The mere mention of what had happened between us made my
penis twitch against the terrycloth towel wrapped around my waist. "Okay,
I'll see ya in 'bout 15 minutes, Bobby. Bye!"

"Mom? I'm gonna hang out with Bobby and this kid Greg at the beach. Is that
okay?" It dawned on me I was asking my mom's permission to go to the beach
only after I'd already told Bobby I would.

"Of course, Jack. Just be sure to be back in time for dinner at six." I
walked over to where my mom was folding laundry on the kitchen table and
gave her a kiss on the cheek, feeling relieved at not having to overcome an
objection."Have fun, Jack!" Glancing down at the laundry, I blushed when I
saw her folding a pair of my briefs. For some reason, seeing my mom
handling my undies made me feel embarrassed.

I walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and loosened
the towel from around my waist, letting it drop to the floor.

I'd washed my speedo with bar soap when taking my shower and it hung from
the shower curtain rod. The material felt damp and somewhat slippery as I
took it down and drew it up to my nose, smelling the clean scent of Dial.

Bending over and stretching the waistband of the suit in front of me, I
balanced awkwardly on one foot and then the other as I inserted my feet
through the leg openings before pulling the damp garment up my skinny legs
and snapping it in place around my slender hips. I left the drawstrings
unknotted and dangling outside since there was no need to tie them. In the
year since I began wearing the Speedo, the stretchy feel of the fabric had
become increasingly form fitting.  I reminded myself that I needed to ask
my mom if I could get a new one.

Turning to look at myself in the mirror above the bathroom vanity, I
couldn't help notice the shape of my dick beneath the stars & bars print of
the speedo. My penis was pulled up against my body which always happened
after tugging my suit into place. I inserted my fingers inside the
waistband and positioned the soft noodle shape of my penis curved down so
that it would remain held in place over my balls by the snug fit of the
speedo. Having my dick, which recently seemed to have a mind of its own,
placed downwards made me feel more confident in case I got a boner. My
thought was it would look more like I had a bigger dick (I wished!) instead
of having an embarrassing erection.

With my fingers splayed over my hips, I examined myself and saw the thin
band of untanned skin along the speedo's waistband, showing the difference
between my natural skin tone and my Florida tan. I smiled contentedly with
boyish vanity and thought to myself I'd be as dark as Bobby before summer's
end.

I spotted my cut-off jeans and briefs laying in a corner of the bathroom
floor where I'd taken them off earlier before jumping in the shower. I bent
down to pick up my tighty whities to put them into the clothing hamper that
sat next to the vanity, but before putting them inside, held them up to my
nose to smell them. God, I'm becoming a pervert, I thought to myself. As I
breathed in, I could detect a potpouri of scents consisting of Downy fabric
softener, Dial soap, boy sweat, and the erotically-charged scent of early
pubescent musk. That last scent reminded me of an apple orchard in full
bloom, it was sweet and tangy. I felt my penis flex within the snug
confines of my speedo as I dropped my briefs and cut-offs into the hamper
before closing the lid.

I grabbed a brush on the vanity and dragged it across my hair, now nearly
dry. My hair was a mousy brown and with just enough length to allow a part
down the side.

All that remained was putting on my canvas tennis shoes, which were at the
foot of my bed. My bed remained made from the day before, as I'd slept in
the tent with Bobby overnight. I hated how my mom always insisted I make it
when I got up in the morning. As I sat on the edge of the bed, tieing my
shoe laces, I glanced at the pillow on my bed, and thought about how when I
went to bed tonight, I was going to use it and pretend it was Bobby beneath
me. My penis flexed again and I felt myself getting hard. I quickly looked
away from the pillow and tried to think of something else, knowing I would
have to walk by my mom on my way out to my bike in the driveway.

*******************************************

Before phoning me Bobby had arranged with Greg to meet up with us in the
same parking lot I first met Bobby. Bobby told me Greg was also thirteen
and that he considered him his best friend and told me they had known each
other since third grade.

"Here he comes," Bobby nodded his head in the direction of a blonde headed
boy pedalling a bike on the side of the road which ran parallel to the
beach. Like Bobby and myself, the boy was wearing only a speedo and
sneakers and had a white towel hanging down from his neck. As Greg entered
the parking lot he stood up on the pedals of his bike and coasted towards
us.

I thought to myself this kid can't possibly be thirteen. I was only twelve
and this kid looked to be a year younger than me. Like Bobby, Greg had a
rich tan that appeared golden brown. Almost appearing to glow against that
tan, Greg's Speedo was a vibrant sky blue and yellow striped patterned
suit.

After Bobby and Greg exchanged hellos Bobby introduced me to Greg as we
dismounted our bikes. With all of us now standing at the same level on the
asphalt I saw Greg only came up to my chin. I guess he was what I'd heard
my mom call a late bloomer. I found myself thinking he looked cute and
imagined he was probably the kind of kid who hated being called that. What
Greg lacked in height he made up for in physique. Though far from having
the muscles of a teeanger, his body looked very toned. His prepubescently
narrow chest actually appeared to show the definition of having pecs and
his tummy looked flat and dimpled. I soon found out Greg swam on the local
YMCA swim team.

Naturally, my eyes also took a quick glance down at Greg's Speedo and
checked out the size of his boy bump. Greg's Speedo looked skin tight, as
if it were painted on him. The size and shape of his wiener and balls were
very visible. In the snugness of the fabric I could actually tell that
Greg's penis was positioned tip down and curved over his balls. He looked
to be about the same as me, about two inches soft.

After our quick introductions, the three of us proceeded onto the beach,
taking our towels from around our necks and laying them down on the
sand. Bobby brought a Nerf football and we began tossing the ball between
us while we entered the cool water of the ocean surf. I still couldn't get
over how close to the ocean I now lived and could play in it with my two
new friends whom I hoped would become my good and steady hang-out buddies.

After the sex play from the night before and again this morning I felt
Bobby and me would definitely be spending lots of time together. Knowing
Greg was Bobby's best friend, I also hoped we'd become best of friends too.

Tossing the ball back and forth between the three of us created lots of
opportunities to bump into and rub up against each other. At one point I
felt Bobby's hand reach down in between my legs and give my crotch a
teasing grope. When I did the same to him in return I discovered Bobby was
erect. Knowing this immediately made me bone-up myself. I couldn't help but
wonder if what Bobby and I had done in the tent was maybe something Bobby
had already done with Greg.

Thought I didn't dare try squeezing Greg's crotch like I'd done with
Bobby's, at one point while Greg was between Bobby and me, stretching up to
grab the Nerf football away from Bobby, Greg's groin came in contact with
my forearm and I felt the unmistakable hardened ridge of an erection glide
over my skin. Our eyes met momentarily, a bit uncomfortably from Greg,
apparently embarrassed by the fact he knew I'd felt his boner. I smiled and
pretended not to notice, but wondered what had made him get hard. Of
course, at 12 and 13, one really didn't need a reason. Heck, I got them all
the time and a lot of times for no reason at all.

"I'm gonna get out for awhile," Bobby said. "Me too," I followed. "I'm
gonna swim some, I think." Greg said, turning his back away from us and
starting to swim parallel to the shoreline. I found myself watching as Greg
quickly swam away. My penis, which had returned to a flaccid state, made
upward twitches against the inner liner of my suit. Damn, he was even cuter
than Bobby, I found myself thinking.

"Greg's a really good swimmer," I said to Bobby. "Yeah; I know. He swims on
the Y's swim team. I did too last year but decided to play Little League
this summer instead."

"C'mon...race ya!" Bobby grinned, showing off a smile bracketted between
dimples, and began sprinting towards where our towels lay on the beach.

We both lay tummies down with Greg's towel in between us. Bobby rested his
head on his forearms, his head turned in my direction. I felt my penis once
again twitching as it swelled and elongated beneath me, now comfortably
hidden from view, the pleasant warmth of the sand causing me to bone up.

"Wanna see somethin'," Bobby asked with a cheeky look in his eyes and
raised his hip off his towel, showing me the upward arched curve of his
erect penis as it stretched out the tangerine orange fabric of his speedo.

I giggled and said, "Yeah...me too..." as I imitated his actions, raising
my hip to show Bobby I also had a stiffy.

"By the way, if you're wondering, I never did anything like we did last
night with Greg before."

"No, I wasn't wondering about that." I lied.

"I'd like to though." Bobby grinned.

After a pause, I said "Me too."

"He's kinda cute, huh?" Bobby said, turning his head and raising it up off
his forearm, looking towards where Greg was doing the butterfly stroke in
the ocean.

"Yeah, I guess." Hell yeah he was cute, I wanted to say, but didn't want to
let Bobby know, worried he'd be jealous. "You think, Greg's ever...um, you
know, gotten..."

"You mean, has he ever cummed?"

"Yeah."

"Would like to find out." Bobby grinned again, grinding his crotch
momentarily into the surface of his beach towel.

"Hope my boner goes away before Greg comes out of the water." I said.

Bobby laughed in a conspiratorial chuckle. "Yeah, me too. Hey, do you think
your Mom would let you sleep over again tonight? We could ask Greg. Find
out if he gets cummies like we do. Would be so much fun."

I thought it was funny how Bobby said cummies. "Cummies? HA, Bobby, that's
funny!"

We began giggling uncontrollably and were still laughing as Greg finally
came out of the ocean. Walking towards us, Greg looked to be breathing
heavily from having swam so much. When he reached where we lay, he just
stood in front of his towel, his hands on his hips. Looking up from where I
lay on my towel, I couldn't help but notice his penis was now positioned in
an outward lilt, the small acorn shape of his tip held in place by the
shiny wet surface of his Speedo. It looked almost like he had a semi, but
knowing it was just the way the snugness of the wet fabric held it there.

Watching Greg catching his breath gave his tummy a sexy appearance. Seeing
it inflating and deflating gave it the appearance of a boy panting, as if
in the midst of having sex. The image of it made me recall how Bobby's hard
tummy felt against mine when we ground our bodies together in the tent the
night before when Bobby had brought about my very first real orgasm.

 ********************************************

Later that night the three of us ended up sleeping in Bobby's back
yard. I'm going to skip ahead a bit here and pick up where some hot action
took place. Suffice it to say, that prior to where I pick up the story, the
three of us are in our tighty whities with our cut-offs and t-shirts thrown
in a pile in one corner of the tent we're sharing. On with the story....

I pretended to be asleep as I lay on my stomach on my sleeping bag. Inches
away I could hear Bobby and Greg whispering.

"Jack and I did it the other night and it felt really good."

"But, what if he hears us and wakes up?" Greg whispered.

There was a brief moment of silence where I could sense my two friends
looking at me.

"So what if he does?" C'mon, Greg," I heard Bobby pressuring. "You'll like
it. I promise."

Another moment of silence followed and then Greg whispered in a not too
certain voice, "Okay."

With my eyes still closed I could hear the soft sounds of Bobby and Greg
pulling down their underwear. I parted my eyes slightly and saw that they
had pulled their briefs just far enough down to uncover and reveal their
rigid penises and their plump, tight scrotums. They faced each other,
sitting on their haunches, their knees nearly touching.

"Lay back," I heard Bobby whisper as I closed my eyes again. There was the
soft his of fabric being drawn over smooth skin and I heard Bobby say,
"I'll leave them around your ankles. Spread your knees."

By the direction of their voices, I could tell Greg was laying down with
his head parallel to my own. I worried he would look over to check if I
were still sleeping; pretending to be asleep, I should say. I really wanted
to watch what was happening though and once again rose my eyelids just
enough to see the top of Greg's corn yellow blonde hair where my shoulder
lay against the sleeping bag. This meant he would not only need to turn his
head to the side but also look up if he wanted to check me for sleep. I
figured I'd have enough warning by him having to do this to risk keeping my
eyes discreetly open.

I scanned down his body until my eyes focused on where his penis hovered
stiffly above Greg's hairless crotch. Consistent with being the shortest
boy among us three, Greg's penis was also the smallest. I figured I
outmeasured him by about a half inch and, quickly darting my eyes to where
Bobby now stood on his knees between Greg's legs, he was a good inch and a
half shorter than Bobby's penis.

"Your's is big." I heard Greg whisper with a hint of admiration in his
voice.

"Thanks," Bobby whispered, saying nothing about Greg's as he slowly lowered
himself onto Greg.

I closed my eyes again, not wanting to risk Bobby catching me watching
them.

I could hear a soft jostling sound as the two of them adjusted their bodies
and heard Bobby whisper, "Spread your legs more," and then began to hear
the rhythmic sound of Bobby's skin rubbing back and forth against Greg's.

"That tickles," Greg giggled.

"Shhh...we gotta be quiet," Bobby whispered.

I gently pressed my swollen hard penis into the down filled sleeping bag
beneath me, getting-off to the sounds coming from their dry humping. I
could hear both Bobby and Greg's breaths growing louder and sounding more
labored. At times I could hear their breaths catching in their throats as
both boys seemed to be suppressing an urge to moan.

I opened my eyes again and saw Bobby's hands had roamed down Greg's back
and were now cupping Greg's tight small untanned butt cheeks. The tanned
surface of Bobby's hands against the narrow band of creamy white skin
formed by Greg's Speedo looked sexy in the contrast of tanned and untanned
flesh. I could also see the same creamy paleness in Bobby's rounded butt
where his Speedo had ben and a few inches below it, his white briefs
gathered in a thin line where he'd pulled them down earlier.

Bobby's butt was rising and falling in an even yet somewhat hurried rhythm,
the sides of his butt dimpling inward when pressing forward against Greg's
body.

Greg's head was curled up from the sleeping bag and his arms wrapped around
Bobby's back, his right hand gripping his left wrist, looking like he was
trying to hold Bobby as tightly against him as possible.

I made soft back and forth rubs of my penis against the pillowy give of my
sleeping bag as I saw Greg's hips suddenly begin to pivot up and down in a
pistoning motion and heard him start to pant.

"Fuck yeah," Bobby whispered harshly in a shuddering voice as I saw Bobby's
ass picking up speed.

I could see Greg's shoulders scrunching up from the sleeping bag as his
body appeared to grow increasingly tense and heard him whimper in a
somewhat fearful tone. Greg's pistoning hips suddenly stretched and locked
in place as his lower back arched beneath him. "Bobby!" Greg yelped in a
high pitched tone, much the same way I had when I came for my first time
beneath Bobby the night before.

A rhythmic wet slapping sound came from where Greg and Bobby's sweaty
groins were touching as Bobby's grinding became more intense. Bobby raised
up his upper body in an attempt to look down between them. During their dry
humping their boners had been hidden from my view, but as Bobby rose up, I
could now see both of their hard dicks. Greg's slender boy cock was making
spastic upward lilts that seemed to straighten out the slight arch in his
shaft and I could see the acorn shape of his pink tip swelling in
pulses. The sight of it was so exciting to me that I immediately felt my
own orgasm exploding in my dick and balls which spasmed in deliciously warm
and tingling contractions. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from making my
cum whimper like Greg had just done.

"Fuckimcumminnnnnng!" Bobby loudly whispered in a quickly strung along
series of syllables, the tone of which almost sounded angry and was
followed by four tight-bellied grunts.

In time with those grunts, I watched as Bobby's four inch long boner, the
base pressed tightly against the pale white surface of Greg's skimpy Speedo
tanline, swelled in muscular flexes that made the buttressed front of his
drum tight, bright pink tip look like it would pop, the skin drawn across
that pink tip looking shiny and moist. Bobby's body shook stiffly from head
to toe before collapsing like a damp dish rag atop of Greg where he lay
panting for a brief moment before rolling off of Greg onto his back, laying
beside Greg.

Bobby quickly arched his hips up, pulling his tighty whities over his still
hard penis where I saw the white cotton stretching outwards with his penis
remaining bone stiff.

Greg curled his upper body up and pulled his briefs up from where they lay
wrapped around his ankles and lifted his tight little ass where he drew the
garment up over his arched out little three incher, the elastic band making
a snap as he released the waistband.

Both boys lay silently as their tummies rose and fell while they attempted
to catch their breaths.

I closed my eyes again, feeling my hard penis making it's stiff twitching
movements between my moist hairless groin and my clinging sweaty boy
briefs, feeling the afterglow of my own orgasm that was brought on watching
my two new friends experiencing their own.

"Man, that was awesome, Bobby!"

Bobby giggled, "Yup."

"Sorry I kinda lost it when it happened, but felt so good."

"Never had one before, huh?"

"Nope. Feels wicked hot! Felt like my dick needed to sneeze."

"Sneeze?" Bobby snickered loudly.

"Shhhhhhh...." I heard Greg shush and after a moment's pause when I imagine
Greg was probably looking over to me, said "He never woke up, Bob."

"Was Jack's first one too. He was the same way, only he told me it felt
like he had to pee."

"Yeah, I guess it kinda felt like that too."

"Jack's cute, huh?" Bobby whispered and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, and real nice too. Maybe, um, nevermind..."

"What? G'head, say it."

"Well, ... I was just gonna say. Maybe we could like both do it with Jack
sometime. You think he'd want to do it with me like you did?"

"Yeah, I know he'd like that. He said he thought you were cute too, by the
way."

"He did?"

"Yeah, when you were swimming today and we were laying on our towels."

"Bobby?"

"Yeah, Greg?"

"Thanks for talkin me into it. It felt really nice."

"Glad you liked it, Greg. It feels special doin' it with my best friend,
y'know?"

"Yeah. Me too. But, I still wanna do it with Jack. You think you could
maybe ask him for me?"

"Ask me what?" I suddenly raised myself up onto my elbows and looked over
at my two friends laying on their sides, facing one another, their boner
ridges still noticably tenting the front of their y-fronts.

To Be Continued....