Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 08:05:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Subject: Boy in the Striped Bikini - Part 2 Darkness is pierced by a spotlight, starting out dimly but quickly building to full strength. The figure of a young boy is illuminated on-stage, 15 feet away from where I sit. It's Richie! And, what the...! He's wearing a girls' two-piece bikini! I'm in the front row, oblivious of any others in the audience, watching the sexy 10-year-old who lives next-door to me. He's absolutely radiant in his boy-beauty. His wavy blond hair shimmers in the white light. His size-5 feet balance expertly on red high-heel shoes. The music starts... heavy-metal guitars and testosterone-drenched voices... and Richie begins to dance to the throbbing beat. Behind him a giant-screen tv turns on, flashing real-time close ups of the boy. His hands move lasciviously over his slender body. My God! He's so self-confident... so erotic! And the bikini bottom is so snug that I can see his little erection outlined beneath the red-and-white striped material. He spins around, and I see that it's a thong. His firm, round butt cheeks move hypnotically as he struts and dances around the stage on the spike heels. My eyes shift to the tv screen -- it's like a rock concert in a big arena -- showing a constantly shifting montage of close-ups from every angle... Richie's face, his strutting feet, his beautiful ass, his barely-covered crotch. Richie's hands rub against the skimpy little bikini top. It lays flat against his boyish chest... the kind of bathing suit that a flat-chested pre-pubescent girl wears, and it fits him perfectly. He reaches behind and unhooks it... it comes free. He twirls it above his head like a cowboy's lasso, and flings the bikini top into the darkness. As the erotic dance continues, he slowly and sexily unties the sides of the bikini-bottom, unveiling his immature 3-inch boner, a circumcised penis standing straight up, nicely plump for a youngster. As the bathing suit dangles in his hand, he's doing a stripper's bump-and-grind, thrusting his crotch right at me. Oh, God! I want to be on stage with him! I want so badly to get on my knees and suck that perfect little boy-cock! Richie tosses the bikini bottom, and it lands right in my lap! I pick it up and bring it to my face. It's warm and smells of his subtle boy-scent. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, and I'm ragingly hard. I run the bikini-bottom against my erection and shiver with pure lust as I continue to watch Richie on stage. He extends his right arm and beckons with a curl of his index finger. His left hand perches haughtily on his waist, and he shifts his hips from side to side. It's pure "vamp". I start to get up out of my seat, but then realize he's not beckoning to me. >From out of the shadows to the side of the stage emerges another boy. It's Robbie -- another kid who lives on my block. He's wearing nothing but a tiny blue speedo, and my eyes focus immediately on the "basket" that pushes out from the tight bathing suit. Man! He's sporting a nice-sized erection for a 12-year-old boy! Robbie has kind of a goofy/sweet face, but his body is an incredible specimen for a boy on the cusp of puberty. And his cock... damn! He must be farther into puberty than I thought. He walks toward Richie. Without speaking, he motions the younger boy to kneel at his feet. Richie reaches out to stroke the boner that is restrained inside the speedo, and Robbie thrusts his hips forward. Then both of Richie's hands grab the waistband and pull down on the tight suit, revealing 6 inches of hard cock, with a fat dark-red glans. The close-up on the large tv screen shows it 6 feet long! There are subtle wisps of early-growth pubic hair, and his dangling three-quarter-sized balls sway as he moves. Richie looks up at his older friend, runs his tongue across his full lips, and then lowers his mouth onto Robbie's oversized boy-cock. I'm so horny that I feel like I'm burning up. I'm holding the skimpy little bikini-bottom in my hand, masturbating my ultra- stiff penis with it, as I watch Richie's head begin to bob up and down. He's taking in the top half of Robbie's fat cock in rapid rhythmic sucks. The sounds of Richie's energetic slurping provide the hyper-erotic soundtrack to the scene. Robbie reaches down with both hands and entwines his fingers in Richie's silky mass of wavy blond hair. He pulls Richie's face into his crotch, as his hips thrust forward, forcing his cock all the way into Richie's tight throat... all the way to the hilt! Robbie pulls back, and thrusts again... and again... and again. The 12-year-old is aggressively face-fucking his innocent-looking 10-year-old neighbor. And Richie is taking it as easily and willingly as a professional porn star, his eyes looking up adoringly at Robbie and his hand eagerly masturbating his own immature boner. I slouch down in my seat; my body straightening as my muscles strain with sexual tension. I rub the soft garment against my cock with increasing intensity as my eyes shift back and forth from the close-ups on the screen to the live action. It's so incredible! I've never felt so consumed with lust! Robbie's cock is thrusting faster... I'm rubbing my achingly erect penis harder! Robbie is moaning, like he's gonna cum, and then pulls Richie's face away as the 6-inch phallus sends out a gusher of cum... a river of hot sperm that splashes all over the younger boy's chin and cheeks and forehead and hair. And it just keeps cumming... spurting like a geyser into Richie's open mouth and flowing down his chest. Oh, God! It's too much! I feel my own orgasm swelling inside me. I'm gonna cum so hard! I... I... Huh...? What...? Where...? "Hey Bill! Are you awake? It's me! Is it OK if I come upstairs?" My eyes popped open. I was in bed! Man! What a dream I had! My hand was still clutching my straining cock through the material of the bed-sheet. A few more strokes would have finished me off, splattering semen all over my sheets. "Yeah, Richie," I mumbled groggily. "Come on up." The memory of my dream was rapidly fading, as always happens when I wake up. But I could piece together how my mind had created the scenario of Richie doing a strip-tease. The previous night I had gone to the bachelor party for a buddy at work, starting at a "Hooter's" restaurant, continuing on to a sports bar, and concluding at a striptease club. And Richie's striped bikini? He had been wearing the bottom of his sister's two-piece bathing suit when he came over to my house to swim in my small back-yard pool a month before. When did I get home? I guess around 3:00 a.m. I'd had a bit too much to drink, but figured I'd be sleeping late since it was Saturday morning. I should have known that Richie would have other ideas. There was a staccato tap-tap-tap of hard-soled shoes on the bare wood of the staircase. And then there he was, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. What a sight! He was wearing his cowboy outfit; the one he'd gotten on his birthday back in May. And now, in the middle of a summer hot-spell, he was wearing an abbreviated version of it. His cut-off jeans were so short that I could see the hem of his briefs peeking out at both legs, and the entirety of his silky thighs was on display for me. He was bare-chested, but his oversized suspenders hid his tiny nipples. A Wild West sheriff's badge was pinned to the left suspender. A cowboy hat, holster and toy gun, and kid-size western boots completed the look. Then I noticed a set of plastic handcuffs hanging from a belt loop... hmmmm; that was interesting! "Howdy, partner!" I said, as I propped myself up in the bed. "But, like, how'd you get in, Rich?" He ran over and gave me a hug, kissing me on the lips. And then he stood back to model his costume, drawing the toy gun from its holster. "The door was unlocked," he said with a grin, twirling the gun awkwardly on his finger. "But I knocked first... honest! It's OK that I came in... right?" "You know you're always welcome here," I assured him. And he certainly DOES know it too. It's been almost three months since Richie became my special young friend, and I continue to be utterly smitten by his sexy charms... willing to do anything to please him. Although I was the one who initiated sex-play between us, now it's more often Richie who takes the lead, coming over to my house to have sex. And his hunger to experience every kind of hot erotic experience has us delving into things that I never would have expected from a 10-year-old. "Nice cowboy outfit, Rich," I said. "Are those real handcuffs you've got?" I felt a little shiver of lust as my mind started to envision the possibilities of working them into our games. "Sorta; they're just plastic, but they really work. They've got a key and everything!" he said, fishing the small key out of his pocket. "I got them last night at Toys R Us when Mom took me to get a Lego set as a birthday present for Robbie. He's having his party this afternoon, and I'm invited!" "Wow! Robbie's turning 13 already, huh?" I flashed on a remnant of my erotic dream, recalling the image of Robbie's teen-size boner. "So those handcuffs... do you think you could use them to keep a prisoner from getting away?" I asked with a grin. "Yeah! If I was the sheriff of the town, I'd use them on the bad guys." "Do you want to play cowboys? I'll be the prisoner," I offered in a tentative voice. Inside, however, my heart was pounding with the thought of playing a bondage game with my sexy little boyfriend. "Yeah! That would be cool!" he gushed, as a big smile spread across his face. "OK," I said. "I'm the bad guy, and you handcuff me and give me my punishment... anything you want." Richie was clearly as excited by the prospect as I was. "This'll be so fun!" he gushed, as he quickly unlocked the cuffs from his belt loop. I reached down to give my straining erection a squeeze. As horny as I had been before, I was even more so now, anticipating the fun we'd be having shortly. My cute little next-door neighbor pulled the plastic pistol from the holster and pointed it at me. "Alright, Bad Bill. Your outlaw days are over. You're under arrest, and you're my prisoner. Stand up!" I could hear the excitement in his voice. And then he squeezed his jeans-covered crotch with his left hand! He was getting horny too! I threw the sheet aside and got out of bed. I was wearing boxers, and my rigid 5-inch boner poked out the front. I made no effort to stuff it back in, because I knew Richie loved to see it. (I used to worry that my cock was too short, but Richie loves its size... and it's easier for him to suck and to take in his ass than a larger penis would be.) "Put your hands behind your back, outlaw!" He was trying to sound gruff, but his high-pitched voice just made me want to laugh. Fortunately, I resisted the urge. I stood with my hands clasped behind me, and felt the plastic cuffs clicking onto my wrists. I could have broken them with a quick tug, but I had no interest in cutting short this fantasy play. He slid the barrel of the pistol along the shaft of my straining cock, then holstered the gun and fondled me with his hand. I loved it when he pulled my boner outward and let it spring back to slap my belly. "Please, Sheriff Richie!" I pleaded in a mock-helpless voice. "Don't make me do any sexy things to you! That would be WAY too cruel!" Richie giggled at my transparent lie. He pulled my underwear down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. As I stood naked and handcuffed in front of him, his hands went back to my crotch. One hand stroked gently along my circumcised cock, while his other playfully fondled my balls. A drop of pre-cum formed at the piss-slit, and he rubbed it around the purplish-red glans with his thumb. "What are you going to make me do?" I ask, trying to move things along. He hesitated for a moment, thinking, and then his eyes lit up. "On your knees, prisoner!" he demanded. I complied instantly. "Lick boots with your tongue!" He couldn't suppress a giggle as I dipped my head down and actually did what he commanded, lapping at the pointy-toe cowboy boots. "I got a better idea!" he said after less than a minute of watching me obediently tonguing his shoes. "I'll take off my boots, and you gotta lick my feet." Oh, yeah! Next to sucking Richie's dick, there was nothing sexier than sucking his toes. He sat on my bed and pulled off the boots, revealing his clean white athletic socks. I was still on my knees as he stuck his foot right in my face, and I inhaled the scent. Even though he probably hadn't been wearing the boots for very long (it was only 8:00 in the morning), his foot was scented with a hint of intoxicating leathery/sweaty musk. After he rubbed my face with his foot, he told me to take off the sock. With my hands cuffed, the only way I could do it was to grab the front of the sock with my teeth and pull. So I did. And there it was... his graceful, almost feminine, size-5 foot. My lips and tongue proceeded to devour Richie's toes as he pulled off the other sock. While I sucked and licked, the other sexy foot stroked my face, rubbed through my hair, and slid along my shoulders. I was in heaven, softly moaning as I worshiped his foot. But Richie wanted to move on to other things. "What should we do now?" he asked softly, almost in a whisper. "Like I said, Rich. Anything that you want." "I ALWAYS like for you to suck Dickie!" he said, using our nickname for his penis. "OK," I replied. "Take off your pants, and I'll give Dickie the best suck he's ever had." Richie unbuckled his holster, shrugged off the wide suspenders, and peeled the tight cut-off jeans down his thighs. Kneeling before him, my face was only a foot away from his underpants-clad crotch. The design on his briefs was of little Muppets characters (so cute!) on white material, and his boyish penis pressed against the soft, thin cotton cloth. As he hooked his thumbs under the waistband to pull them down, I whispered "Keep them on for a minute." He grinned, and brought his hands away from his underpants. I nuzzled my face against the front of the briefs, smelling the delicate aroma, and feeling with my lips for his soft, short penis. My mouth captured the morsel of flesh, and my tongue saturated the underpants material with my spit as I sucked on it. I wanted to run my hands over his legs and butt, but it was so arousing to be handcuffed and helpless... the prisoner of a sexy 10-year-old. When I finally pulled my mouth away, there was a 3-inch circle of moisture at the front of his briefs. "Mmmm! That felt so good!" he sighed. "But you're making my underpants look like I went pee in my pants." As soon as he said the words, my brain instantly churned with increased arousal. "Did you ever wet your pants?" I asked tentatively. "Well, there was time back in kindergarten. It was embarrassing! The teacher had to lend me an extra pants to wear home. And I wet my bed until I was about 7." "I wet my bed too," I admitted; "until I was 11. A few times, just to see what it was like, I stood in the bathtub wearing underpants and got them all wet with my pee. It felt awesome!" "Really? Was it sexy?" he asked. I nodded, grinning slyly. "How about if you pee in your underpants, and you can find out for yourself. And I'll keep sucking Dickie while you do," I added cautiously. He gave a delighted giggle. "You want me to wet my pants? While you're sucking it?" he asked, sounding like he couldn't quite believe it. "Yeah," I replied. "You can wear those special underpants that I bought for you, and I'll get these washed." (I had bought him some silky girls' panties last week, which he had only worn during our sex-play.) "Well... OK!" he replied with a big grin. "This seems really naughty!" "Yeah," I said. "And really fun." "Let's do it!" he squealed with delight. I brought my mouth back to his boyish dick and again sucked at it through the wet cotton material. As I did, my eyes looked up into Richie's face. The look on his face was of concentration, willing his bladder to let the urine flow under these unusual circumstances. "I can't do it," he said. "Stop suckin' for a minute." I backed away a few inches, staring at his crotch. And in only a few seconds, the small spot of moisture was obliterated as the whole front of his undies became soaked with yellow fluid. My open mouth dove back into place, feeling the warm wetness that saturated the cloth a split-second before I tasted it. As I sucked the hot pee from the cloth, I was tasting another person's urine for the first time. It was slightly salty and surprisingly mild-tasting... Richie's warm golden nectar! "All gone!" he said. "You were right, Bill. It DID feel sexy!" I licked my lips as I sat back. The front of Richie's underpants were soaked, outlining his stiff little boner, which he was fondling with his fingers. A trail of yellow wetness ran down one of his legs. "Take off your wet undies, and toss them in the hamper over there," I said. "And I'll give Dickie a really good orgasm." "Yeah!" he said joyfully, peeling off the wet briefs, throwing them aside, and positioning his piss-soaked crotch in front of my face. I licked at the wet skin around his crotch inner thighs, lapping at the sheen of fresh pee, and then worked my way onto his small, round scrotum. I licked at the immature balls, then sucked them one at a time into my mouth to pleasure them more intensely with my tongue. And then to his penis. The column of rigid sex flesh, the length of my index finger and girth of my thumb, slipped between my lips. He shivered with pleasure as my tongue played over the small acorn-shaped head, and we both moaned softly as my mouth slid down the 3-inch shaft. "Oh, Bill!.... That's SO good!" I just grunted softly in reply as my lips continued to ride up and down the precious little penis shaft, and my tongue slathered it aggressively. I felt so incredibly aroused to have Richie's stiff boy-cock in my mouth again. My own erection strained with lust, and I would have been stroking it if my hands hadn't been cuffed. All I could do was continue to fellate my young friend and anticipate my own reward when our play moved on to the next phase. As my mouth worked on Richie's little boner with everything I had, I could tell that he was getting close. And when his hands grasped my head, and his hips started to buck forward, I knew it was only seconds away. The room was filled with gentle sex sounds... the moist smacking and slurping of my energetic, no-hands blowjob... the guttural hum from my throat, sounding just like was savoring a delicious meal... and the high-pitched coos and moans of a 10-year-old boy experiencing the build-up to a pre-pubescent orgasm. "Oh!... Yes!... Suck me harder!... I'm gonna cum!" he squealed. I felt the now-familiar spasms in his boy-boner that signaled the peak of his pleasure. Then he pulled his penis away from my face almost immediately, as it became so hypersensitive that any more sucking would have been uncomfortably intense. "WOW! That was a good one!" he exclaimed. I just looked up at him and smiled, as saliva dripped down my chin. I decided I'd had enough of being a prisoner, so I stood up and said "How about you unlock the cuffs, Rich. You need to take a shower to wash off the pee before we get in my bed. And I could use a shower too. OK?" "Sure, Bill!" he said, and reached for his pants to get the key. As the handcuffs came off, and Richie came around in front of me, I held out my arms to him. "I need a hug first," I said. Richie leapt up in the air, wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, as I pulled him up into a bear-hug. Our lips came together in a kiss, and Richie's tongue slithered into my mouth, seeking out my own tongue. I loved the feeling of our naked bodies pressing so close together, sliding against each other so sensuously. My hands started out stroking along Richie's back, but they quickly migrated to his smooth, slender, butt. I shivered with pleasure and lust as I fondled the little rounded globes of soft, flawless skin. As we kissed and hugged, I was walking us to the bathroom. "OK, Rich. Hop down," I said when we got there. When the water was running warm, we stepped into the shower stall and I closed the door behind us. "Do you have you got any more pee left in you?" I asked. "Maybe a little." I reached down and took his now-soft penis between my finger and thumb. "Let it flow," I said. As a narrow stream came out, I aimed it at my cock, which was still half-hard. Then I squeezed his glans a bit and tilted it up to squirt onto my belly and chest. I would have tried for my mouth, but the flow tailed off. "You want to try that with my pee?" I asked. I had a full bladder that was getting increasingly uncomfortable the more I thought about needing to go. "Sure!" was his reply... as I expected. He took my penis in a back-hand grip and pointed it at himself. "Let 'er go!" The stream of pee came out hard, as fast as I could push it, splashing all over Richie's body as he moved my dick around like a hose. His legs, his belly, his chest... all were getting drilled as I watched. Then he did what I was silently hoping for. He aimed it toward his face and briefly let the stream shoot into his open mouth. He immediately directed it away again, and made a sour face, but he was laughing with delight and licking his lips. As the last of my pee flowed directly onto Richie's little penis, I was wishing we both had a lot more. "That was cool, Bill!" he beamed. "Definitely!" I agreed. "Now let's get washed up." As I shampooed my hair, Richie used the bar of soap to lather my body, giving lavish attention to my cock, making it all the way erect again. He knelt down to wash my legs and feet, as the water splattered on his back. As the shower rinsed the suds away from my erect cock, Richie looked up at me and smiled, then leaned forward and took my cock-head into his small mouth. As I moaned with pleasure, the boy's lips moved down the penis shaft as his tongue wiggled against its underside. I kept expecting Richie's mouth to stop its downward motion and slide up again, but it just kept going... all the way to the base... his lips pressing against my wet pubic hair... the muscles of his throat massaging my cock-head in the most amazing way. Finally his lips moved up along the shaft again, only to swoop down once more, taking my whole 5 inches to the hilt. He did this several more times and then pulled off, standing up and grinning at me. "Did you like that?" he asked. "Oh, God! Yes! You're getting awesomely good at cocksucking!" "I've been practicing," he said proudly, leaving it at that. We hadn't had sex for a whole week... since the previous Sunday afternoon to be exact. Was he practicing with a banana or something? "Now you wash me!" he said. "OK," I said, taking the soap from him. I directed the shower spray to the side and soaped up his torso, then rubbed my soapy hands around his penis and small round ball-sack, and then washed each leg. "Now for your bottom," I said. Richie put his hands against the wall of the shower stall and leaned forward, spreading his feet and pushing his ass up and back. My fingers rubbed soap-suds all over his slippery butt, and then rubbed inside the cleft. Richie's butt raised up even more as my fingertips rubbed against his delicate anus. With two soapy fingers rubbing against his secret place, Richie purred with delight, and flexed the muscle open. My ring finger slid inside and probed gently for a minute. "That was SO good!" he sighed, as I slid my hand away and directed the water spay back onto our bodies to rinse off. When I opened the shower door, it was all I could do to keep Richie from running into the bedroom soaking wet. I only got a few good swipes at him with the towel before he was off, not waiting for his hair to be blow-dried the way we usually do after a shower together. I dried off, shaved quickly, and brushed my teeth. When I emerged from the bathroom, Richie was on his knees on the bed, his head resting on the mattress, clutching a pillow to his chest, and his ass raised up in the air wiggling provocatively. My eyes drank in the vision of Richie's slender body, nude and in profile, waiting for me to claim him. "I know what you want!" I said with a chuckle. "I want you to FUCK me!!!" he declared, in a voice that was way too loud for this neighborhood when my bedroom windows were open. I raised my finger to my lips to shush him, and then quickly went around shutting the windows. "Oh; sorry!" he said apologetically. Then he continued, in a comical stage-whisper but with no less urgency: "I really, really, REALLY want to have you fucking me!" I marveled, as I had many times over the past month, at how enthusiastically Richie had taken to being fucked. Though I had known that he would do anything I asked of him, I had been very careful the first time, waiting for the right time, preparing him well, and going very slowly when my relatively-small cock finally penetrated him. I needn't have worried. Even as he was losing his virginity that first time, it appeared that he didn't experience any discomfort, and by the time my cum spurted deep inside him, it was clear that he had the anal hunger of an experienced bottom-slut. "How about I rim you first, seeing as how you're all clean?" "Sure!" he exclaimed. "Lick my bottom super-good!" I hopped onto the bed and knelt between his splayed legs. My hands slid along his smooth back, over his butt, and down his hairless legs to his beautiful feet. I moved my hands back up to massage his irresistible butt cheeks briefly, and then spread them apart to reveal the clean, pink anal pucker. "My heinie needs a good lickin'!" he said with a giggle, looking back over his shoulder at me with a big grin on his face. "Watch what I can do," he said. As I stared, his anal muscle flexed open for a second, closed, and opened again, as if winking at me. "That trick deserves a reward," I replied. "Here it comes!" I dipped my mouth down to Richie's most sensitive erogenous zone. My tongue attacked the tender flesh with long, wet licks at first... then circular twirls around the puckered rosebud... and finally a stiff-tongued assault against the hole. He was squealing like a baby pig, wiggling his body, pushing his ass back into my face. Richie's new "winking" trick let my tongue penetrate amazingly deep, and I wondered what it would be like to have a really long tongue like the guy in that old rock group "Kiss". After about 5 intense minutes of rimming and tongue- fucking, I rose back up. "Ready for it, Rich?" "Oh, YEAH!" "Flip over on your back this time," I said, as I reached over to the bedside table to get the small bottle of lube. Richie positioned himself for me on his back, lifting his legs and spreading them apart. His penis was a fully-erect boner, and his immature ball-sack was pulled up beneath it. I slathered lube on my cock, then some on Richie's hole, and wiped my hands on the towel I'd brought from the bathroom. As I positioned my cock and eased forward, Richie was so excited that it looked like he would explode. His anus flexed open as I slid half-way in on the first thrust. We moaned in unison. This was so good... so intense... such sweet agony, as I backed out a little and prepared to thrust again. My hands grasped his slender legs behind the knees, and my hips moved forward again. My cock slid easily the rest of the way, pushing as deep into his tight rectum as possible. When I started pulling back, Richie's anal muscle clamped down tight, creating the most incredible feeling on my slippery cock. A shiver of pure pleasure ran through me, which he noticed as he looked up at me, grinning. "Oh, Bill!" Richie sighed, as I prepared to slide back in again. "Fuck me good! Do it really hard and fast this time. I want it so bad!" Much as my brain would have liked a leisurely love-making session, my body's lust sided with Richie on the matter, and I was off to the races. My hips thrust firmly, and then began to piston in and out, pounding Richie's tight ass. His legs wrapped around my hips, and he pulled his ass into me each time my hips pushed forwards. The vocalizations of our rutting sex began to echo off the walls. Sweat was dripping off my body onto Richie's as I rode him like a rodeo cowboy. He closed his eyes, and his mouth hung open, his head lolling from side to side in the throes of ecstacy. Then he began to masturbate his short boy-boner in frantic jerks. I knew I wouldn't last long, and it looked like Richie was well along to orgasming too. I closed my own eyes, diving head-first into a world of pure sexual energy and pleasure. The incredible feeling spread through my entire body, and it just kept increasing its intensity, higher and higher, until... "Oh FUCK!!! Yeah!... Oh, God; YES!!!" My hips kept thrusting as the unbelievable spasms of orgasm wracked my body, and blasts of hot semen shot through my cock. Richie kept moaning and squealing, jerking his cock even faster. And then I felt the trembling of his body and the contractions of his asshole, as a dry orgasm crashed through him. My body collapsed onto his, and we embraced in a sweaty passionate hug. Richie's legs squeezed my waist, and our mouths came together... tongues entwined... hearts pounding. My penis, which was still embedded in his ass, felt the rhythmic anal contractions that Richie was now making intentionally, knowing how much I enjoyed the sensation. When my delirium finally began to subside, and fatigue made itself known, I slid my softening penis out of him and rolled us over. Now Richie was on laying on top of me, and my hands were caressing his back and butt as we alternated kisses with whispered expressions of our shared love. When I finally sat up and got the towel to clean off my dick and Richie's bottom, a thought came into my mind and flowed immediately out of my mouth before I could consider whether it was smart to ask. "Rich.... Do you have sex with Robbie?" Was it the scene from my dream that had caused me to ask? The expression on Richie's face went from immediate surprise to a flash of anger. "He wasn't 'sposed to tell anybody! He promised! When did he tell you?" "Hey; hold on!" I said. "Robbie didn't tell me anything. The only time I ever talk to him is when you bring him over to go swimming in my pool." Richie's expression changed again, this time embarrassed and apologetic. "Yeah; we do. Are you mad at me? Are you angry that I do sex with somebody else besides you?" I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. "No; not at all! I think it's fine that you are having fun with other boys." I lowered my voice and added conspiratorially, "especially a boy as cute as Robbie!" Richie's face lit up in a smile, and he hugged me back with all his might. "So, uh... what do you two do when you have sex?" I inquired voyeuristically. "Oh, man!" he gushed; "we do EVERYTHING, almost every day after school! He was kinda shy at first, but when I offered to suck his dick he was totally psyched. And when I first asked him to fuck me, I practically had to beg him to do it, but now he likes fucking me as much as I like being fucked. His boner is almost the same size as yours, and he can shoot cum, so sometimes I pretend I'm with you instead of him... 'cause I LOVE you, but with him it's just havin' fun." "That's cool!" I said with a smile. I paused for a moment before asking this next question. "Richie... what would you think of asking Robbie to join us... the three of us having sex together?" The question didn't seem to register for a couple seconds, but then he grinned and said "Yeah! That would be GREAT!" "What do you think Robbie would say?" "I don't know," he said; "but I'll talk him into it. He'll do anything I suggest, as long as it has to do with sex!" Without another word, we rolled onto our sides and began kissing and fondling each other. Richie's penis got stiff again almost immediately, while mine was a bit slower springing back to life. As my lust recharged, I began to have thoughts of Robbie joining our sex-play... of feeling his sturdy young body... sucking his barely-pubescent teenage cock... maybe getting him to fuck me! Richie's hand was playing with my balls, and I felt his fingers slide down into my ass cleft. "Mmmmm... yeah!" I murmured in his ear. "That feels good! Get some lube on your fingers; OK?" End of Part 2 [Comments? Write to me at bil47_new@yahoo.com]