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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 2
Richard Jenkins:
Bobby was over and we had just fucked. If I had known he was coming over, I wouldn't have jacked off at all today. I would have saved it all for him. Damn! I liked fucking him. When I did jack off, I usually fantasized I was fucking him. I blow him and jack him off in return, but I've got where I like doing both.
"Have you ever been in Jon Wilkins' backyard?" he asked.
"Nah," I said, "I've only been round front."
"He's got this chicken coop set up in the back with quilts and pillows and shit. We've been fucking in it."
"I didn't know you were fucking him," I said, feeling my anger rising. I was jealous. I didn't want anyone else fucking Bobby. He was mine.
"I told you we were fucking that first day we fucked."
"You told me you sucked his dick or jacked him off maybe, but you never said he was fucking you."
"Whatever," said Bobby. "You got to know, if I'm jacking some guy off or sucking his dick, he's likely fucking me. It's all part of the deal."
"How about Ben Holcomb? Is he fucking you, too?"
"Yep."
"You're a fucking slut, Bobby."
"Yep. That's not an insult as far as I'm concerned, if you meant it as an insult. I know what I like, and I go for it."
"What about you and me? I thought we had something special."
"We do. That's why I want you to come over to Jon Wilkins' house with me."
"Why?"
"So we can have a fucking orgy, that's why. I want to see you suck his cock and to see him suck yours. Haven't you wondered what it was like to suck a guy's cock and have him squirt into your mouth?"
"I don't know. I don't know him very well."
"He's cool. You'll like him.
I had never seen another guy spurt and did want to see one do it, and since having sex with Bobby, I had jacked off with my legs over my head into my mouth, so I was familiar with the taste of cum. It wasn't so bad after you got used to it. I guess I could get into sucking Jon's cock. He was kind of cute for an older guy, one three years older than I was. I wondered if his dick was bigger than mine. Did he have more hair down there than I did? Was it brown like his hair was? Mine was light brown while I was a blond with blue eyes. What color were his eyes? Oh, yeah, I remembered. They were brown. He probably had more pubes than I did. I only had a little rimming the top of my dick. Still, I was jealous that he was fucking Bobby, but I was afraid to make Bobby choose between us. He might choose Jon.
"Okay, but if we don't get along, what then?"
"You'll get along," said Bobby. "I'll see to it."
Yeah, he would. He always got his way.
Fucking Bobby.
Jon Wilkins:
Bobby showed up today like he said he would but he had Richie Jenkins with him. I was in the chicken coop getting things ready for him. I had quilts and pillows on the floor and I had us some cokes in a cooler. I was surprised to see he had Richie with him.
"Hey," said Bobby.
"Hi, Bobby. Hey, Richie. What's up."
"I thought we'd have an orgy," Bobby said.
I looked at Richie and he just shrugged as if saying If Bobby wants it, what are we going to do?
"I wanted to watch the two of you suck each other first," Bobby said. "Then, we'd take it from there."
"I don't know?" I said.
"You know you want to. You told me you tasted your own cum, so what does it matter if you're tasting Richie's instead. He can shoot one hell of a load, and it tastes yummy. He's willing to suck your cock, aren't you, Richie?"
"I guess," said Richie.
"Cool!" said Bobbie. "Let's get naked, and he pushed down his shorts. I got hard as soon as I saw his hard dick, a dick I'd had in my mouth more times than I could count.
I was curious to see Richie's dick. Bobbie's was the only hard dick -- besides mine -- I'd seen. I looked at Richie, and shrugging again, he pushed down his shorts and underwear. His dick was hard, and I was relieved to see that it was smaller than mine. It wasn't much smaller -- maybe an inch -- but it was smaller than my six-inch cock. Upon seeing it, I realized I wanted to suck it. I had tasted my cum. I wanted to see if his tasted the same as mine. I had been wondering what it would be like to suck the cock of a boy that could squirt.
The three of us got naked and lay down on the quilt with Bobby between us. Bobby kissed Richie and then me. I was jealous that he had kissed Richie first, although he did climb on top of me to kiss me, but after a minute, he slid off on the other side, leaving me and Richie separated by the spot he had just vacated. Poking me in the side, Bobby gestured with a toss of his head toward Richie, and I rolled over on my side so I was facing him. Richie raised his head and kissed me, and I slipped him some tongue.
Reaching down, he grabbed my dick, and by then, I was so turned on that I squirted. Some of it got on me, and some of it got on Richie. I dropped my hand to Richie's dick and started stroking it. A few strokes, and he squirted. I was surprised when his spunk hit me in the face. Bobby was right: the kid could fucking squirt.
By then, I think both of us were turned on by the idea of sucking each other's dick because we quickly scooted around into a sixty-nine position, and soon after I took his dick into my mouth, he took mine into his. As I humped his mouth, he humped mine, sometimes hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, but I didn't care. I wanted him to shove his dick down my throat. I wanted him to squirt in my mouth. It wasn't long before he did, and his orgasm triggered mine, and I squirted into his.
"Fucking cool," said Bobby when I looked over at him. I could feel Richie's come dripping from the corner of my mouth. Leaning over, Bobby licked it off my face and kissed me. "Now, fuck him," he said. "Fuck Richie."
I looked over at Richie, and he nodded. "I brought some Vaseline," he said and dug a jar of it out of a bag he had brought with him. He smeared some on my dick and on his hole. Lying on top of him, I felt our hard dicks between us, and we dry humped for a bit while we kissed, slipping each other some tongue.
He guided my dick to his hole and I thrust, but my dick only went a little ways in. His hole was much tighter than Bobby's. I thrust again, and Richie grunted. I was afraid I might be hurting him but didn't ask. I didn't want to take the chance he would make me stop. I wanted my dick inside him. I thrust again, and it went farther in. I kept thrusting until it was all the way in. It felt good. Hell, it felt too good. I soon came, squirting my seed into Richie's ass.
"My turn," said Richie, lubing up his dick and my butt-hole with Vaseline. He lay on top of me, and I guided his dick to my hole. He thrust, and his dick tried to enter me. It hurt, but I didn't say anything. I wanted him inside me. Bobby liked to be fucked, and I was sure I would like it, too. He thrust again, and his dick went in a little farther. He kept thrusting until it was all the way in, and he was humping me. Once his dick was in, and he was humping me, it felt great, and I was glad Bobbie had brought Richie over. We needed to have more of these orgies.
Richie spurted up my hole, and I spurted onto my stomach.
"Okay. My turn to get my dick sucked," said Bobby, and Richie and I took turns sucking Bobby's dick. He must have been turned on because he came both times. I fucked Bobbie, and Richie fucked him. Then, Richie and I fucked each other again.
We had one hell of an orgy before we were through.
Bobby was always complicating my life, but usually in a good way.
Fucking Bobby.
Ben Holcomb:
Fuck! Marie Thompson, Bobbie's mother just called. She said they were going out of town, but Bobbie told them I'd be happy to watch him while they were gone. Bobbie had told her I said I would, and she was just calling to make sure it was okay with me. It seems like there was a death in the family and they had to travel to Minnesota but would rather not take Bobby out of school. They would be gone for about four days since they planned to drive.
Bobby hadn't said a fucking thing to me about it. So, what did I tell her?
"Of course, Marie, I'd be happy to watch him. Take as long as you need. Bobbie's always welcome at my house."
Of course, he's welcome. He sucks my dick, and I fuck him. That part I left out. Best she didn't know I was fucking her kid. I guess "He seduced me" wouldn't suffice as an explanation.
What the hell is that little fucker up to? He could have, at least, let me know his mother was going to call me.
Tthe little shit. Fuck...fuck...fuck.
Fucking Bobby.
Richard Jenkins:
"You want me to spend the night at Ben Holcomb's house Friday night?" I asked Bobby.
"Yeah, we'll have an all nighter. I'll get him to order some pizza and maybe even some beer."
"Wait. Is he still fucking you?"
"Yeah. I thought I'd invite you and Jon over and we could have one grand orgy. With four of us, no one would get left out. Everyone could be fucking at the same time."
"Who's Holcomb going to fuck?"
"Well, everybody, of course. That's the whole idea of an orgy. Everybody fucks everybody, or in my case, everyone gets fucked by everyone. I get fucked by my three favorite dicks all in one night."
"I don't know. He's kind of old, isn't he?"
"He's not that old, not old as your dad or my dad, old. I don't think he's quite thirty."
"That's still old." I had been hesitant to join in on an orgy with Jon, thinking he was old, and he was only fourteen.
"There are advantages to having sex with a man," said Bobby.
"What advantages?" I said.
"Well, he's had more experience. He can teach us things. Besides, he has his own house, which is better than fucking in your room where someone could walk in on us at any time or fucking in a goddamn chicken coop. Plus, he can buy us pizza and beer. We can get royally fucked up while we fuck."
"I don't know," I said.
"Hey," Bobby said, "have I ever steered you wrong?"
"Well, no."
"Have I ever got you do anything you didn't really like?"
"No. Is Jon coming?"
"Well, I hope he comes a time or two at least. He might get a little frustrated if he didn't."
"That's not what I mean, and you know it," I said. "Is he coming to this shindig?"
"Oh, I haven't asked him yet, but he'll come. See you Friday night. Be sure to arrange it with your mom. Tell her we're going on a campout or something."
"But..."
"Gotta go," he said and left.
Shit! I was horny and wanted to fuck. We hadn't fucked for days. I hadn't told him I was coming, but I knew I would. I couldn't stay at home while he was getting fucked by Jon and by Mr. Holcomb, not stay at home where I would only have my hand to keep me company.
Fucking Bobby.
Jon Wilkins:
Bobby just left. I had hoped he was coming over to fuck, but he said he didn't have time for fucking. We hadn't for days. I was afraid he'd been over at Richie's fucking him, leaving me out. I get a little crazy when he doesn't come over. I kept whistling our special whistle, but he never answered.
"Tell your mom you're going on a campout and come over to Ben's house tomorrow. We're spending the night at his house."
"Ben?"
"Ben Holcomb, my man friend. We're having an orgy. We'll have pizza and beer. We'll get fucked up and fuck. It will be a grand time. Gotta go. See you there."
"Wait." Shit, I was horny and wanted to fuck him but he was already trotting off toward his house, so I hollered at him: "What time?"
"Any time after you get home from school," he yelled back. "I'll be there. Richie's coming."
Fuck! I didn't even know Mr. Holcomb, and from what Bobbie said, come tomorrow, Friday night, I might be getting fucked by him, but I was going. I couldn't stay at home while Bobby was over there getting fucked by Holcomb and Richie.
Fucking Bobby.
Ben Holcomb:
I hadn't heard anything from Bobby all week. If his mother hadn't called, I wouldn't have even known he was spending the next four nights with me, but soon after school was out on Friday, he showed up with his suitcase.
"We're going to need pizza," he said, "and we need some beer, too."
"Some beer? What makes you think I'm going to buy you beer?
"It's not just for me," he said." Richie and Jon are coming over. They're spending the night."
"Richie and Jon? Who the fuck are they?"
"Richie Jenkins. You know him, and Jon lives in the old Jacobs' house on the corner on the other side of the block. He's nice. You'll like him."
"I don't care if he's nice. I'm not having a bunch of kids I don't know spending the night over at my house, and besides, don't you think you could have said something before telling your mother I would take care of you for four days and nights?"
"Don't you like for me to come over? You seem to like fucking me well enough."
Searching for a way out, I said, "Of course I like for you to come over."
"Then, you won't mind having some of my friends over. They know you're fucking me."
"They know? Who else have you told?"
"No one. Just them, and if you're nice to them, they won't tell anyone else. Be nice to them. Let them come over. Buy some beer and pizza, and be nice to them the way you're nice to me."
"Do you mean what I think you mean?"
"Probably. We're all fucking, but someone always gets left out. I figured with the four of us, we'd always have a fuck buddy. You can fuck them. They're cool with it. Wouldn't you like to get your dick sucked by an eleven or fourteen-year-old? They're pretty good at it, but you might be able to teach them a thing or two. Besides, don't you want to suck a cock on a boy that's hit puberty? Jon's got a six-inch cock, and Richie's got a nice five-incher. My dick's too small for me to fuck you, but both Jon and Richie can fuck real good. Don't you want to get fucked my them?
"What if I don't?"
"Oh, I think you want to," he said.
Despite myself, my dick got hard thinking about sucking their cocks, and they wanted me to fuck them he said. Goddamn! It was tempting, and I really had no out, did I?" Bobby had me by the balls, and he had just made sure I knew he did.
Fucking Bobby.
Richard Jenkins:
Arriving at Ben Holcomb's house, I knocked on the door. He answered, standing there for a moment without saying anything.
"Is Bobby here?" I said.
"He's in the den," he said but didn't invite me in.
"I'm Richie...Richie Jenkins. Bobby invited me over to spend the night."
"I know who you are, Richie," he said. Finally, he stepped aside: "Come on in. Like I said, Bobby's in the den."
I went into the den and Bobby was on the couch nude watching a gay porn video. He was slowly stroking his dick. "Oh, cool," he said, looking up and seeing me. Get naked and let's fuck. This video is hot. It's got me turned on."
"But," I said gesturing with a toss of my head toward the front room where I'd left Ben, "what about..."
"Oh, don't bother about him," Bobby said. "He knows we're having an orgy. He's just a little uptight, but he'll loosen up. Look what I found."
"What are those?" I asked when he showed me some pills he had in his hand.
"Qualuudes," he said. "I found them in Ben's medicine cabinet. I've already taken one. Have one." He handed me one of the pills. "There's beer in the fridge over behind the bar." He pointed at the bar across the room. Get one for yourself and bring me one."
I had tasted beer and wasn't sure I liked it, but I knew Bobby expected me to drink some, so I went to the fridge and got one for him and one for me. I popped the tops on the cans, handed one to him, and took one, sitting down beside him with mine. I still had my clothes on, even though he had told me to get naked. "Pop the pill," he said, and I washed down the Qualuude with the beer. "Fuck! I told you to get naked," he said, pulling down on the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my butt and let him pull them and my underwear off. I still felt weird being naked in Ben's house, but I knew better than go against what Bobby wanted. He always won out. He helped me off with my t-shirt, and I kicked off my sandals becoming as naked as he was. Despite being a little uncomfortable about being naked in Ben's house, I was turned on as usual. My dick was hard. Bobbie bent over taking my dick in his mouth and began sucking me. I climaxed right after the boys -- they were boys not much older than me -- in the video climaxed. My first squirt hit the back of Bobby's throat, but he slipped my dick out of his mouth and let me cum on his face like the boys in the video were. It even got in his hair.
That's when Jon came into the den. Bobby looked up at him, my spurt running down his face. He still had the Qualuudes clutched in his hand. "Have one of these," he said to Jon. They are so fucking good. I've had two, and get yourself a beer from the fridge," he said, pointing toward the fridge.
Jon took a pill from Bobby, popped it in his mouth and walked off toward the fridge. "And get naked," Bobby called after him. "Get fucking naked, and I'll give you a blowjob."
He's too much.
Fucking Bobby.
Jon Wilkins:
I show up at the house on the corner and knock on the door. A man matching the description Bobby gave of Ben Holcomb answered the door. He had brown hair and looked about thirty I guessed. At least, he wasn't fat.
"Hi. Are you Ben?" I asked.
"Yes. You're Jon?"
"Yeah. Is Bobby..."
"He and Richie are in the den. From the sound of it, they're watching porn. Go on back. I've got to order some pizza. At least, you look like you're older than twelve. How old are you?"
"Fourteen," I said.
"Say, will you help me keep a lid on things? You know Bobby..."
I laugh: "Yeah, fucking Bobby. He's something."
He lets me in and I walk back to the den arriving just in time to see Richie cumming all over Bobby's face. It even gets in Bobby's hair. Not bothering to wipe it off, he holds out his hand to me, opening his fist to show me some blue pills. "Have one of these. They are so fucking good. I've had two."
I take one of the pills from him, pop it in my mouth and follow his instructions to get a beer out of the fridge. I sometimes swipe one of my mom's out of the fridge when I know she's drunk enough that she's lost count of how many she has. I've got fucked up on it a time or two. I pop the top on my can of beer, take a swig, swallow the pill, and sit down next to Bobby. A gay porn video is playing on the TV and the participants don't look any older than Richie. I figure them for not older than twelve. I got to admit they are hot. The kid with brown hair like me is fucking a blond kid that reminds me of Richie. They're both cut as hell, and my dick goes from soft to hard in two seconds flat.
Bobby puts his hand on it. Get your fucking pants off," he says. "I want to suck you off."
He doesn't have to tell me twice. I undo my jeans, kick off my shoes, and slip my pants and underwear off my feet. I had been concerned about getting naked at Ben's house, but Bobby and Richie are naked, and Bobby still has Richie's cum on his face, so I don't think one more naked boy will make a difference. I pull off my t-shirt, and except for my socks, I'm as naked as they are. Bobby leans over taking my cock in his mouth and begins blowing me. As turned on as I am -- haven't fucked him or Richie in a week -- I squirt right away, and he pulls his mouth off my cock letting me shoot a good-sized wad on his face. It even gets in his hair. About then, Ben comes into the room.
"Goddamn!" he said. "You boys couldn't wait five minutes?"
Bobby just looks up at him and said, "Your turn. I just sucked them. Now, I want to suck you."
"Fuck! Bobby," Ben said.
But Bobby said, "No, we fuck later. Now, I'm going to suck your cock. Get your fucking clothes off."
It shocked me to hear Bobby talk to him like that, but Ben took his clothes off, neatly folding them and placing them on a chair. Ours were strewn around the room on the floor.
His dick was hard. It was longer than mine by an inch or so, but it wasn't much thicker than mine was. Ben had a lot more hair down there than I did. He even had hair on his chest, and I could see the shadow of his beard on his face. His pubic hair was a darker brown than was the hair one his head.
Ben sat down next to Bobby, and Bobby lowered his head to Ben's crotch, taking the man's dick in his mouth. As the boys on the TV fucked, Bobby blew Ben, and when Ben came, Bobby pulled off and let him spurt on the boy's face and in his hair. The kid had our spurt all over his face. It was only then that he asked for a paper towel to wipe it off. I got up and got some from the bar, and he wiped his face with them.
"You still got some in your hair," I said.
Fuck it," he said.
I shook my head.
Fucking Bobby.
Richard Jenkins:
Thoughts running through Richie's mind:
Goddamn! I'm fucked up. I fucking love Qualuudes; I fucking love beer. Hell, I love fucking and getting fucked.
My fucking dick is too fucking little. I keep hoping it will grow, but it doesn't. I measure the fucker every day, and the goddamn thing just won't grow. God knows, I give it enough exercise. If I'm not fucking or having it sucked, I'm jacking off. Just the other day, I jacked off six times. I don't think I ever jack off less'n four. Jon has a nice dick, more'n six inches. I'd be satisfied with that, but goddamn! Ben has one hell of a nice dick. I don't even know if I can call it a dick. Ben has a nice cock. A seven-inch long dick deserves to be called a cock.
Fuck! I want it. I knew Bobby expected all of us to fuck, but I wasn't sure about fucking a grown-up, a fucking grown-up man, but looking at him, looking at his thick, dark, curly pubes and the hair on his chest, looking at his seven-inch cock, I fucking want him. I want him inside me. Motherfucker! I feel good. I fucking love Qualuudes. I fucking love fucking. Why doesn't everyone do it all the time? Don' they know what the fuck they're missing? I'm tempted to go to the front door, open it, stand there naked with my hard dick in hand, and shout, "I love fucking! I love to get fucked!"
How can there be anything wrong with something that feels so good?
People would freak out if they knew we spent our time in the chicken coop fucking, if they knew me and Jon were fucking nine-year-old Bobby, but Bobby is a bigger sex fiend than any of us. If it weren't for him, I'd be home jacking off. It would have probably been years before I would have ever fucked anyone, and I sure as hell wouldn't be getting fucked. I wouldn't be about to get fucked by a man, but that's what I planned to happen. Ben, whether he knew it or not, was going to fuck me.
Ben is sitting next to Bobby. He had just ejaculated all over Bobby's face. Jon was handing Bobby some paper towels to wipe all our cum off his face. He had cum everywhere, running down his face, dripping on his chest, and in his hair.
I walked over to where they are, lean over, and kiss Ben on the mouth. He seems a little shocked at first, but he opens his mouth and lets me slide my tongue past his teeth. Soon, his tongue is playing tag with mine. Glancing down, I see his cock stiffen. I straddle him, lowering myself onto it, grabbing hold of it, and guiding it to my ass, my tongue in his mouth the whole time.
On my knees, I raised and lowered myself on his cock, feeling it deep inside me. Goddamn! I loved his cock. Hell, I loved cock period. I loved having them in my hand, in my mouth, and up my ass. Cocks are God's greatest accomplishment. I pity fucking girls. They don't have cocks.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Ben said, and I knew he was squirting inside me. Jon was the only other guy to squirt up my ass. I wanted more boys to fuck me. Hell, I wanted more men to fuck me. I loved getting fucked.
I didn't cum, but I think it was because I was so fucked up.
"My turn," said Bobbie, pushing me off Ben.
Fuck! I wanted him to fuck me some more, but Bobby, fucking Bobby, always gets his way. He took my place on Ben's lap.
I saw Jon watching from his chair across from us. He was jacking off, but if he was going to spurt, I wanted him to spurt in me. I went over to him. If I couldn't have Ben's cock up my ass, I'd have Jon's. It wasn't my first choice at that moment, but Bobby was already riding Ben's cock.
Fucking Bobbie.
Jon Wilkins:
I watched Bobbie push Richie off Ben and mount him. Richie looked pissed, but he didn't do anything. I'd like to join in, but I'm too fucked up to move off my chair, so I was jacking off while I watched.
Goddamn! I was fucked up. I had just finished my second beer, and I had gone to the bathroom where I'd found Ben's Qualuudes in the medicine cabinet and taken a couple more of them. It was like I was paralyzed, except for my hand which was stroking my cock. I had already squirted once, but still, I was stroking it.
I saw Richie looking at me, and I wanted to tell him to come over, but my mouth wouldn't work. The only things that worked were my cock and my hand. They worked just fine, and I continued to stroke my cock.
Richie did come over. "Want to fuck me?" he said.
I nodded -- at least, I think I did.
Grabbing my hands, Richie pulled me out of my chair and onto the floor, onto my back. As I lay there, he straddled me and lowered himself onto my cock, guiding it to his hole with his hand. His hole, lubricated by Ben's cum and stretched by Ben's dick, offered my cock no resistance. It slid right in, and on his knees, Richie rode my cock. I spurted, but my dick stayed hard enough to remain inside Richie, and he kept riding it. I came again, and he kept riding it. I don't know whether it was the Qualuudes or what, but I couldn't get enough of the fucking, and neither, it seemed, could Richie. He rode me to one climax after the other.
"I love it! I fucking love it!," he screamed. "I love fucking. I love cock. I love to get fucked. I love to get fucked!"
I guessed it looked to Bobbie that Richie was having too much fun, but he got off Ben and came over us. Pushing Richie off me, he said, "My turn."
It kind of pissed me off, but I couldn't say anything. Except for my cock, I was paralyzed. Hell, I don't think I could have even jacked off any longer, but my cock still lived. It had spurted time after time, but still, it was hard and wanted more, and although I was pissed a little for Richie's sake, a hole was a hole, and Bobby had a nice hole.
Fucking Bobby.
Ben Holcomb:
Goddamn boys! They can go all night. I guess there was a time when I could, but not any longer. Fucking Richie and Bobby drained me, and when I couldn't go anymore, Bobby climbed off me and went over where Jon was fucking Richie, or to be correct, where Richie was riding Jon's cock - Jon seemed immobilized -- and pushed Richie off Jon's cock and climbed on himself.
The boys were fucked up. I had wondered how they could be so fucked up on a couple of beers until I found a couple of my Qualuudes on the couch and figured that Bobby had taken them from the medicine cabinet. I wondered how many the little fuckers had taken. Well, Jon was fucking paralyzed, so he wouldn't be a problem, and Bobby was even looking glassy-eyed. Maybe he would soon pass out.
Richie came over, looked wistfully at my wilted cock and screwed up his face like he was about to cry. "I want to get fucked," he said.
"Look, Richie," I said, "I can give you a blowjob or you can fuck me, but I've had it when it comes to doing any fucking." I waggled my limp cock. "You boys have killed it."
"I want to get fucked," he said.
"Goddamnit! Go jack off or something. I can't fucking help you out there."
"Fucking Bobby," he said. "He's got Jon, and Jon has the only hard cock in the place. I want to get fucked."
"Your cock is hard," I said. "Come over here and I'll suck it."
"I can't fucking spurt," he said. "I'm too fucked up to spurt. Jon can spurt time after time, but I can't spurt at all. I need to get fucked."
"Go push Bobbie off Jon and take his place."
"I can't."
"Why not? You're bigger than Bobbie. What's stopping you?"
"You're bigger than Bobbie," he said. "What's stopping you?"
"What do you mean? I don't want to fuck Jon."
"That's not what I mean," he said. "You're bigger than Bobbie, but you let him run all over you. Why do you let Bobby have his way all the time?"
He was right. I did let Bobby run over me, and I knew why Richie didn't push Bobby off Jon and take his place. I couldn't explain, even to myself, why Bobby had such power over us, but he did.
Fucking Bobby.