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The story that follows is about three boys and a man. The boys' ages are nine, eleven, and fourteen. The man is an adult. It is fiction extracted from my weird mind and never happened. Turns out, in this story, the nine-year-old is in complete charge, and as much as it can be considering the age differences, the sex is consensual, not legally of course, but in the context of the story it is.
Although the story is fiction and the characters in this story are fictional, I have certain boys in my distant past in mind. Don't worry, though. This story, as written never happened, and no one in it would recognize himself. It just helps to have a real boy in mind when I write them, and usually, I'm one of the boys, as I am in this story. You can try to guess which one is me. Be assured, no real boy was abused or harmed in the writing of this story. There was a chicken coop, and certain things happened in it, but not as much as happened in the story - unfortunately. There was a Bobby and the little fucker knew more about sex than any nine-year-old should, but the Bobby I knew never got fucked - as far as I knew at the time.
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Fucking Bobby, part 1
Richard Jenkins:
Fucking Bobby was only nine, two years younger than me, and he was a sex fiend. He was a little black haired, black eyed, sex fiend. It was all he ever had on his mind. I think he was born jerking off. He did it all the time, and the little fucker couldn't even spurt. He liked to see me spurt, though. I remembered the first time he watched me jerk off. He was a cute little fucker. I'd have to admit that.
He was over at my house and we were in my room.
"Do you jerk off?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I said. "Do you?"
"Yeah, but I can't spurt. Can you?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Do you have hair?"
"A little at the top of my dick."
"How big is your dick?" I shrugged, and he said, Come on. You know. I'll bet you measure it every day. I do."
"I don't measure it every day."
"Maybe not, but you measure it. How big is it?"
"Almost five inches," I said.
"Cool. Let me see it. Is it hard? Mine is."
It got hard all the time, and it was hard: "Yeah, it's hard, but if I show you mine, you got to show me yours. How big is it?"
"Not that big," he said. "Not as big as yours, but it really hasn't started growing much yet. I can't wait until it does. Come on. Let me see your dick. I'll show you mine," and he pulled down his pants. His little dick stuck straight out. It looked maybe three-and-a-half inches.
Mine wasn't five inches, but it was close to it.I pulled down my pants and showed it to him. It was at full mast.
"Cool," he said, reaching for it, surprising me. I hadn't expected him to do that. He started stroking my dick, and I stood there letting him do it, squirting in no time.
Fuck! It felt good having him do it.
"Damn! You can squirt," he said.
I always squirt a long ways. I can hit myself in the face with it. I can squirt from one end of the bathtub to the other.
"Fuck!" he added. "I've never seen nobody squirt that far."
"Who else you seen squirt?" I asked. I'd never seen anyone squirt besides me.
"Lots," he said, "Jon Wilkins, Ben Holcomb, and others, but those are probably the only ones you know."
I did know Jon Wilkins. He was an older kid that lived near Bobby, but the only Ben Holcomb I knew was a grown-up who lived on the corner down the street from Bobby, and I didn't know how Bobby could have seen him squirt.
"You're not talking about Mr. Holcomb who lives down the block from you, are you?"
"The one and the same," Bobby said.
"How did you happen to see Mr. Holcomb squirt?"
"The same why I saw you squirt; I jacked him off."
"You jacked off Mr. Holcomb?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mr. Holcomb was always nice to us kids, but I'd never pegged him for a perv.
"Yep."
"How'd that happen?"
"It's a long story," Bobby said. "I'm not supposed to talk about it to anyone."
"Did he tell you that?"
"Yeah."
For some reason, the thought of Bobby jacking off Ben Holcomb had my dick hard again. "Did you do anything else with him? Did he jack you off?"
"No, but he sucked my dick."
"No shit! He sucked your dick?"
"Sure did."
I often daydreamed I was getting my dick sucked when I jacked off. "What did if feel like?"
"It felt good. I came."
"You came? How? You can't squirt."
"You don't have to be able to squirt to come. Didn't you know that?"
"I never until I could squirt," I said.
" I can sometimes come jerking off, but it's easier when I'm getting my dick sucked," Bobby said.
"What does it feel like to get your dick sucked?"
"Damn good! Want me to show you?"
"Show me? How?"
"Do you want me to suck your dick?"
"You would do that?"
"Yeah. It's fun, but if I suck yours, you got to suck mine."
"I'm not sucking your dick," I said. "That's gross."
"But you'd let me suck your dick?"
"Well, yeah."
"I've seen how you squirt," he said. "You'd fill my mouth with spunk."
"I could pull my dick out before I squirt."
"Yeah, I've heard that one before, but the guy always squirts in your mouth. Hell, how could it be gross sucking my dick? I can't even squirt. It wouldn't be any worse than sucking on my finger."
I thought about that. "You got to wash it off first," I said.
"Cool," he said. "Let's take a shower together, and we'll both be clean. Then we'll do a sixty-nine."
Of course, I knew what a sixty-nine was. The idea of sucking his cock while he was sucking mine, turned me on. We took a shower and jerked each other off and came back to my room and got on the bed, his head at my cock and my head at his. He was the first to open his mouth and take in my dick. It felt even better than I imagined. It was a good thing I had just spurted twice already, or I would have spurted as soon as his mouth closed around my dick. It felt that good.
"Come on! You got to suck mine," he said, and I took his little cock into my mouth. I kind of liked sucking it, but he had humped my mouth for only about a minute when I squirted.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck!" I said pulling my mouth off his cock. It was by far my best orgasm until then.
He let me finish squirting before saying, "You got to finish doing me." I did, and after a few minutes, he came but didn't squirt anything.
"Want to do it again?" I asked after we rested a minute. My dick was hard, and I wanted another blowjob, which was a hundred times better than jacking off.
"Let's try something else," he said.
"What?"
"I'll show you," he said, pulling me on top of him. "You got to kiss me first." I did, intending to give him a closed mouth kiss, but he pried my mouth open with his tongue and ran it into my mouth. It was my first French kiss. Before long, I was kissing him back, sticking my tongue into his mouth. As we kissed, I felt him grab hold of my dick. I thought was going to jack me off, but he guided my dick to his butt-hole. My body took over, instinctively knowing what to do. I began thrusting with my hips, and with each thrust, my dick slid in a little farther until it was all the way in him, and I was humping away.
Again, it didn't take me long to come, but I stayed inside him and fucked him time and time again. I lost count of the times I came, but at last, I'd had enough and collapsed on the bed beside him.
Fuck! Jacking off was going to be so boring compared to fucking and sucking.
"You can come back anytime," I told him.
"I will," he said."
I hoped he would come back. I could get addicted to the little fucker.
Fucking Bobby.
Ben Holcomb
Goddamn that kid. Sure, I thought he was cute, and he turned me on, but I had no intention of ever doing anything sexual with him. The little fucker seduced me. I know if I was caught messing with him, that wouldn't matter, but it was the truth.
He was over at my house, as he often is, living just down the block from me. Hell, I know his parents, and they know he comes over to my house. They fucking trust me with their kid, and they could have, if not for him. I tell you...the little fucker seduced me. He hit all the right buttons, and there was nothing I could do. He put me into overdrive, and I couldn't stop myself.
"Hey, Ben, there's this girl at school, she's a year older than me. A bunch of the guys are fucking her. Do you think I ought to?"
He talked about sex all the time, but he was only nine. I didn't figure he had hit puberty yet: "Aren't you a little young for that?"
"Why, because I can't spurt?"
"You can't what?" I should have never asked that question. I had heard what he said, but because I hadn't expected it from him, it just hadn't registered.
"I can't spurt. You know...I can't ejaculate. I can come, but nothing comes out."
"I don't think we should be having this conversation, Bobby."
"Oh, come on, Ben. I can't talk about these things with my dad, and I really can't talk about them with my mom. I'm just curious. If I can't talk about them with you, I'll talk about them with my friends, and I can't trust what they would tell me. I trust you."
"Well...what do you want to know."
"What does it feel like to spurt? How old were you when you first started jacking off?"
"Uh...older than you apparently. I take it you are masturbating?"
"Oh, yeah. I've been doing it for a long time."
"And you can climax?" I should never have asked him that question. It just slipped out.
"Oh yeah. It's super easy for me to come if I'm gettng my dick sucked."
"What?"
"Getting my dick sucked. Have you ever had your dick sucked?"
"Well...uh..."
"Come on. I told you I have. I'll bet you have."
"Okay, I have, but..."
"By a boy or a girl?"
"Uh...Bobby...I'm a little uncomfortable talking about this."
"It turns me on to talk about it. Does it turn you on? Do you have a hard-on? I'll bet you do." He reached out and grabbed my dick through my pants. "Yep, I thought so," he said when his hand encountered my erection.
He pushed down his shorts, showing me his dick. Hard, it stuck straight out over a tight, round, ball sac and looked a little over three inches long. "Okay, you've seen mine. Let me see yours." The little fucker unzipped my pants and took out my dick. I just stood there and let him. He had me under his spell. I couldn't do anything to stop him.
"Cool," he said. "Nice dick," and he took it into his mouth. By then, it was completely out of my control. Taking hold of the back of his head, I started humping his mouth, and it wasn't long before I ejaculated into it. After I had, he looked up at me grinning, my spunk running from the corner of his mouth. "Your turn," he said.
What the hell? I was already screwed, were he to say anything so I sucked his dick. The next thing I knew, we were in my bed, were naked, and I was fucking him. It wasn't like I raped him. He was perfectly willing. I even think it was his idea, but I wasn't thinking too clearly by them, so I can't say. All I knew was that I wanted him, and so, I had him.
Now, the little fucker owns me. If he were to say anything, I am fucked for sure, but that's not the only way he owns me. I can't get him out of my mind, and when he comes back, as I'm sure he will, I know I'll fuck him again. I've never been so obsessed with anyone in my life.
Goddamn it.
Fucking Bobby..
Jon Wilkins:
Fucking Bobby -- shit!
At first, he just came over to hang out -- he lives down an across the alley from me -- but one day, we were in the old chicken coop in my backyard and he pulled down his pants showing me his hard dick: "Does your dick get hard like this?"
"Yeah, all the time."
"You got hair, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"How big's your dick? Can I see it?" I took it out and showed it to him. "It's nice," he said. It's bigger than Richard's. You know Richard Jenkins, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Did you know he can shoot from one of the bathtub to the other?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You know, squirt, ejaculate, spurt. When he comes, he can spurt from one end of the bathtub to the other. How far can you spurt? You do jack off, don't you?"
Actually, I never had jacked off. Having come from Texas where no one ever had talked about sex, I didn't know how to jack off. Here in Kansas, I'd heard guys talking about doing it, but I didn't know how. I'd recently had a wet dream and realized something came out of my dick besides piss, but I didn't know how to make it come out. I was fucking fourteen and I had never jacked off. I had tried once, grabbing my dick at the base and flopping it back and forth. It had got hard, but nothing else had happened so I had given up on it.
"Uh...no."
"Why not? It's fucking fun."
"I don't know how." I don't know I could have admitted that to anyone but Bobby.
"Fuck," he said, "it's easy."
Reaching out, he grabbed my cock and started jacking me off. I stood, my mouth open, watching him. "Oh fuck!" I said when I squirted. "Oh fuck!"
"Feels good, don't it?" Bobby said.
Feeling weak in the knees, all I could do was nod and say, "Uh huh."
"Fuck! That was really your first time?"
Nodding, I said, "Yes."
"You're fucking fourteen," he said. "Shit! I've been jacking off since I was seven. God! Look at all the years you've missed. When did you start growing hair?"
"At about eleven I think. At least, that's when my dick started being hard all the time."
"Man! What a waste. You can bet that the first possible time I can squirt, I will. I jack off four or five times a day, and I can't even squirt yet. We need to do some more shit today to help you catch up to make up for all the time you wasted."
If it was as much fun as jacking off, I was all for it. "Like what?"
"Like sucking cock. You suck mine, and I'll suck yours."
If anyone had told me that morning I'd be sticking another kid's cock in my mouth that afternoon, I would have told them they were crazy, but if I had to suck Bobby's cock to get him to suck mine, I was going to do it. He had kind of a cute little dick anyway. It wouldn't be so bad sucking on it, but I wasn't sure exactly what to do. Did sucking cock mean that, sucking on his dick like I would suck on a lollipop?
"How do I do it, and who goes first?" I said.
"We'll do a sixty-nine," he said.
"What's that?"
"We lie down, your head at my cock and my head at your cock and suck each other at the same time. Just follow my lead. Do to me what I do to you."
We lay down on the floor of the chicken coop, and I took his dick into my mouth. He started humping my mouth so I didn't really have to do anything but keep my mouth closed around his dick. I found I liked having his dick in my mouth, but I absolutely loved having mine in his mouth. It was hot, wet, and soft, and I humped his mouth like he was humping mine. It wasn't long before I exploded, shooting into his mouth. I almost wished he could squirt so I could see what it was like to have someone squirt into my mouth because he seemed to like it. He swallowed it.
"Keep doing me," he said when I stopped. "It takes me longer to come than it does you."
I kept my mouth closed around his dick and he kept humping it, until he said, "Oh...oh...oh," and I figured he was coming, even though he didn't squirt anything into my mouth.
"Let's do it again," I said. Like he had said, I had to make up for all the sex I'd missed waiting until I was fourteen to jack off.
"Let's do something else," he said.
"What?"
"I'll show you. Lie down on your back."
I did, and he climbed on top of me, straddling me on his knees, and lowered himself onto my dick, guiding it to his butt-hole. No way, I thought. It won't fit, but it slid right in, and he raised and lowered himself on my dick, and I had just found my new favorite way to have sex. It was even better than having my dick sucked. We fucked four or five more times. I was kind of lost in wave after wave of mind numbing orgasms. I loved sex, and fuck, I loved Bobby for teaching me all about it.
After he left, I went into the house and brought out a tarp and some quilts to put down on the floor of the chicken coop. I planned to make good use of the place. He had just changed my life.
Fucking Bobby.