Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 13:31:01 EDT
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories -- Part 17

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of
sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own
risk.  Otherwise, enjoy!


Middle School Memories ... Part 17


As the bus pulled into the Orlando terminal, I could see my aunt and two
cousins inside.  Billy had headphones on and was obviously miles away.
Dustin was playing with his gameboy.  My aunt was reading a magazine.  I
suppose they announced my bus arrival because I saw my aunt look up from
her magazine and then at my bus.

The bus squeaked to a stop, with an expulsion of air.  I got up and
grabbed my bag from the overhead shelf.  I saw Simon getting up several
rows in front of me.  He looked back at me and winked.  I smiled.

I stepped off the bus and was immediately attacked by my aunt who
smothered me in kisses and hugs.  My two cousins seemed to have little
interest in my arrival.  Overenthusiasm is taboo for boys our age.  I
nodded to them, they both nodded back.  It had been a while since I've
seen them.  Dustin, the 14 year old, had grown taller, about 5'9".  He
also filled out a little, putting on some muscle.  I think I heard he was
going to be on the freshman baseball team next year so was spending a lot
of time working out.  Anyway, he looked to be about 130 pounds.  His hair
was cut shorter than mine, and it is a dark shade of brown.  He had hazel
eyes.

His brother Billy was still as little as I remember him.  He was 13, like
me, and in the seventh grade.  He was a little shorter than me by about
an inch or two.  He looked to weigh in at a skinny 90 pounds.  His brown
hair was cut short.

"My how you've grown," my aunt squealed.

"I guess," I muttered, not wanting to appear to be an idiot in front of
my cousins.

In fact, I had grown since the last time I'd seen her ... in more ways
than she would ever know.  As a matter of fact, I had even grown in the
past few months.  I was a few inches taller, standing at 5'2" now.  I
really hadn't put on much weight, but do weigh about 105 pounds now.  I
really have to lay off of my mother's chicken and dumplings!  The best
part in keeping track of my growth is that, at last measure, my dick had
cleared the 4.5" mark.  It wasn't to 5" ... but I'm on my way!

We all piled in her SUV and made a stop at a fast food burger place.
After we ate, my cousins and I were a bit more relaxed around each
other.  I was challenged by Dustin to a game on his gameboy.  Billy
listened to his music and only spoke when Dustin punched him in the arm.

We arrived at my aunt's house.  She obviously got a lot of money from my
uncle in the divorce.  Her house was huge!  It was a two story mansion!
The lawn was well kept, she had flowers blooming everywhere.  Around back
was an enclosed swimming pool.  She had her needs I guess.

We went inside.  Dustin and Billy brought me upstairs and down the hall
to their rooms.  Yeah, they each had their own room!  In Billy's room was
all kinds of music equipment and several instruments.  He had a desk, a
computer of course, an entertainment system and -- to my surprise -- a
queen-size bed.

In Dustin's room was also a queen-size bed.  He, like Billy, had
everything a boy could want -- computer and an entertainment system.  He
had a telescope on a balcony that went out from his room and overlooked
the pool in the back yard.

"You can sleep in here, if you want," Dustin said.

"You boys can go swimming.  I'm gonna run to the store for groceries," my
aunt said.

Billy ran into his room and slammed his door closed.  Dustin turned and
went to his dresser and retrieved his bathing suit.  I was surprised
because it was a speedos.  I never saw anyone in speedos on the beach
back home ... well, except for old dudes -- yuch!  Dustin, with his back
to me, pulled his shorts off.  He then removed his boxers.  As he stepped
into his speedos, I could see his balls dangling between his legs.  From
where I was standing, they looked pretty impressive.  He had a really
nice ass, firm!  Pulling up his speedos, he turned to me.

"You gonna change, or what?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, sure," I stumbled.

He then pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing a pretty sweet six
pack.  Damn, my 14 year old cousin was pretty built.  I turned and set my
bag on the bed.  I pulled out my swimming suit.  I turned to him and
pulled down my shorts and underwear in one move.  I wanted to see if he
would look.  He did.  As I stood to "fix" my swimming suit I noticed he
was looking at my balls and the tip of my head dangling below my
t-shirt.  Do all young teen boys have the same thing on their mind?!  I
bent over and stepped into my suit, pulling it up.
I then removed my shirt and through it on my bag.

Billy was already running down the stairs to be the first in the pool.  I
looked at his naked torso.  Damn, he was skinny.  Dustin and I followed
Billy to the pool.  As I walked onto the patio I heard a "ker-splash" as
Billy jumped off the diving board.  Dustin dove in the deep end and I
simply jumped in the middle.  Because I lived on the beach, swimming was
blasé' to me ... I could take it or leave it.

We three swam around for a while before climbing out and sitting on the
edge with our feet dangling in the water.

"So, you got a girlfriend?" Dustin asked.

"Nah, no one steady," I replied.

"Dustin has a bitch!" Billy said.

"Shut up, cum-breath!" Dustin snapped.

"You have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Nah, just a girl I hook up with every now and then."

"So, you ..."

"Yeah, she's blown him a few times!" Billy interrupted.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

With that Billy lost interest in what we were talking about and ran into
the house.  Dustin and I kicked our feet in the water, each thinking
about what was revealed.

"I've had mine sucked a few times," I said, so to be on level with
Dustin.

"Was she cute?"

I hesitated, looking at the shimmering water.

"Well, was she?" Dustin asked again.  "Or did you have a dog lick your
nuts?"

"No, not a dog," I said.  "It was ... well ... I mean ..."

"What?"

"I've messed around with other boys," I said softly, not looking at
Dustin for fear of what he might think.

There was an uncomfortable silence that lingered for what seemed like
hours.  Then Dustin put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Don't sweat it, Robby," he said softly.  "I've messed around with a
friend of mine."

"Really?" I asked.  "What happened?"

"Yeah.  We've jacked off together -- you know, to compare sizes and
shit.  One time we were both looking at porn on my computer and really
getting into it and my bud leaned over at started going down on my dick.
Well, I thought a blowjob's a blowjob.  So I leaned back and enjoyed it."

"Did you suck his dick?" I asked.

"Naw.  I am scared to mention it, you know?  But, I have thought about
what it would be like to suck a guys tool.  You know, just to know."

"Yeah."

"How'd you get into it?" Dustin asked.

"It was with Jody."

"No way!  Jody sucked your dick?"

"And other stuff."

"Get out of here!" Dustin said, obviously wanting to know more.

"Yeah.  And there was a couple of other dudes I've messed around with."

"Doing what?"

"Everything.  You know, jacking together.  Sucking.  Fucking."

"You've fucked?"

"Fucked.  And been fucked."

"How's it feel?"

"It totally rocks.  As a matter of fact, I was fucked by a sixteen year
old on the bus coming here."

"Oh, shit, dude.  This is so fucking awesome.  You like getting fucked?"
Dustin asked.

"I do."

I looked over at Dustin, and down at his crotch.  He was fully boned.
The tip of his head was sticking out of the top of his speedos.

"I see you're getting excited about it."

"Hell yeah, dude!" he said.

"Well, if you want, maybe you and I can mess around later."

"Shit, dude, I wanna mess around right now."

Dustin got up, pulled his speedo down to his ankles and stepped out of
them.  His 5.5" bounced in front of him.  His boned dick didn't point up
like mine, but straight out from his body.  I looked around and noticed
that he had a pretty high privacy wall, so felt no hesitation about
standing up and slipping out of my bathing suit.

Dustin walked over to a deck lounge chair and sat down.  He rubbed his
dick a little watching me walk over to join him.  His eyes were glued to
my tool.

"Nice dick," he said.  "How big is it?"

"A little under 5"," I told him.

"Mines about 5.5"," he said pushing it up proudly.  "So what do you wanna
do?  We have about twenty minutes."

I didn't have my lube with me, so I walked over and sat facing him.  I
reached forward and took his dick in my hand.  I rubbed it gently.  He
smiled at me, obviously liking what I was doing.  I then leaned forward
and licked the tip of his dick.

"Oh, shit, Robby," he moaned.

I licked up and down his 5.5".  He had a small bush of pubes, about the
size of mine.  His balls hung about as low as mine.  He scooted forward a
little so that he could lay back on the lounger.  Getting comfortable, I
took his dick into my mouth and went to work on it.  He instinctively put
his hands on the back of my head, running his fingers though my damp
hair.  As I sucked his tool, he spread his legs wide so that I could get
the whole thing in my mouth.

I would stop sucking to lick his balls.  This he really liked.

"Dude, I'm getting close," he warned.

I put his dick back in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head.

"Robby, I'm ... gonna ... oh, shit!"

Dustin then began shooting his load into my mouth.  I swallowed
everything my cousin gave me.  His dick spasmed about three good shots.
After I was sure he was finished, I let his dick fall from my mouth.

"Shit, Robby.  Did you swallow my load?" Dustin asked.

"Sure.  Haven't you ever tasted your sperm?"

"No.  Does it taste nasty?"

"It's okay.  Doesn't really taste like anything."

"That was fucking awesome!  My friend spit my load out, after he cussed
me out for not warning him I was about to shoot!" Dustin said, laughing
at the memory.

"You said you wanted to see what sucking a dick was like," I said,
pivoting my hips forward, shoving my dick to him.

"Sure, why not," Dustin said.  "But you have to swear to tell me when
you're gonna shoot.  I don't know about eating your load."

I agreed.  Dustin leaned forward and did what he felt me do.  He licked
the head of my dick before deciding to put it in his mouth.  He was
ambitious, wanting to see if he could get my entire 4.5+" in his mouth.
He gagged the first couple of times he tried, but then got the hang of
it.

In no time, Dustin was bobbing up and down on my tool like a pro.  I was
really turned on by my hunky cousin.  In just a few minutes of his
attention, I was nearing bliss.

"Dustin, I'm about to shoot."

He then pulled off my dick.  He then took it in his hand and finished the
job.  With just a few strokes, I was shooting my load onto my belly.
Dustin's eyes lit up as he watched me spill my seed.

"Hot!" he whispered.

As my breathing subsided, we heard someone clapping.  We both looked in
the direction of the noise.  Billy was standing on Dustin's balcony.  It
appears he watched the entire thing.

"Get the fuck out of my room," Dustin yelled, jumping up, running into
the house.

I put my suit back on and ran in after Dustin.  Catching up, Dustin
darted into the guest bathroom, grabbing a towel, wrapping around
himself.  By the time we reached his room, Billy was already back in his
own room.

"I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!" Dustin said.

"After you beat Robby?" he joked.  "Dustin likes sucking dick!"

"If you don't want an ass beating!" Dustin yelled.

"If you don't suck mine, I'm gonna tell mom."

Just then we were interrupted by my aunt yelling up to us to come help
with the groceries.  Dustin turned and headed out of Billy's room.
Before we left, Billy demanded his way or threatened to tell my aunt
everything he saw -- which was everything.  In frustration, Dustin
agreed.  Tonight we would all meet in Billy's room to give him what he
wanted.

Satisfied, we all went downstairs and helped my aunt.  Dinner was
awesome. We three boys sat around the table listening to my aunt tell
stories of when she was little growing up in Miami.  By ten o'clock, we
three boys headed up to the bedrooms.  Billy gave Dustin a knowing
stare.

"Yeah, yeah," Dustin said.  "Come to my room in about twenty minutes.  I
got to take a shit right now."

With that, Billy darted into his room.  I followed Dustin into his room.
He didn't say anything.  He went into the adjoining bathroom, pulled his
shorts down and sat on the toilet.  I stood in the doorway.

"Don't look so bothered," I said. "It could be fun."

Dustin looked at me.  He smiled.