Once again

This involves man/boy sex and other things that you maybe won't like, so
don't read it.  Unless of course this tickles you a bit.  If you are too
young to legally read this, then bugger off (alone, of course) and don't
read it.  (oh sure . . .) Well, I tried.

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This is Bobby's story, I don't know who wrote it

The Story of Bobby, Part I

Bobby was 12 and quite small for his age; he had very curly blonde hair,
china blue eyes, and looked like a choirboy.  He was anything but,
however, being the sort of child who was always into more than mischief;
Bobby was the sort of boy who would always stir things up, lead other
kids into trouble, and never get in trouble himself for it.  He was an
unsurpassed liar and adroit at deflecting trouble from himself. Bobby
also had asthma and allergies to cats.

One night Bobby, his ten year old brother George, and another boy, eight
year old Gary were spending the night at my house.  They had become
regulars at my place, and often slept over.  We had engaged in a lot of
pantsing and dirty talk, and once we took turns showing our boners to
each other.  Bobby's made me drool. He was on the verge of puberty
despite his young looks, and he had exactly five hairs on his pubis, all
on one side, to the left just above his 3 inch dick, with its smooth
ruddy complexion, a reddish purple line running around the head to
outline it.

On this particular night, he and the other boys had jumped me and held
me down on the couch while they pulled my sweat pants off. I wear the
sweatpants always, but never wear underwear when the boys are over, and
they know it. (One time when Bobby and the boys came for a visit he said
"Why don't you go put your sweatpants on?" with a child-like, innocent
smile. But I knew it wasn't innocence; he got charged up seeing the
outline of my cock, and seeing me get half-hard.)

I let them take my pants and get an eyeful, then Gary brought them back
to me.  But Bobby had been the ringleader in this, and in retrospect I
can see that he was really interested in my dick that particular night.
A little later Bobby came out of the bathroom with his pants around his
ankles. I though he had his jockeys on, but couldn't see because his
shirt hung down. All three of us were looking at him and laughing, and
he was smiling and suddenly he pulled the hem of his shirt up and there
he was, sticking straight up! No jockeys (they must have been tangled in
his pants). As we watched and laughed, he did a little dance and showed
us his fine dick and BOY! did that stir me up!

As the evening progressed, the three boys were in their shirts and their
jockeys, playing in the house, watching TV. It was a cold, rainy, winter
night. After a bit, George and Gary were in the spare room playing with
the computer, and I was laying on the couch, a big L-Shaped sectional,
watching TV.

Bobby came in and asked if he could watch with me, and I said yes. He
laid down on my section alongside me, which is a little unusual; usually
I would lay on the long section and the boy who wanted to (they vied for
this) would sit in the seat immediately next to me on the other
section.  I had the right instincts here, my cock started to get hard as
Bobby chose this somewhat unusual position.

As we watched TV and my cock stiffened, I lifted my left knee up to hide
it a bit, and then Bobby lifted his right knee next to it. I couldn't
resist, so I put my hand on his smooth knee and started lightly rubbing
the inside of the knee. Bobby did not resist this intimacy, and I didn't
expect him to, as "stroking" the nonsexual parts of the boys is
something I accustomed them to as much as possible.  But I let my hand
wander slowly up his inner thigh, taking my time, not sensing any
resistance or real surprise from the boy.

After a few minutes, I was stroking his thigh almost into his crotch and
he had slightly angled his leg toward me, giving me better access.

As this happened, George came into the room and talked to me for a
moment. I slipped my hand up toward the knee as soon as I heard him, and
didn't worry, since the couch and my body blocked his view of what I had
been doing anyway.  After a discussion, George went back to playing
computer games with Gary. And I went back to playing thigh games with
Bobby.

As my hand again approached his smooth crotch, I again observed his
receptivity. After stroking into the meeting place of thigh and torso
for a few minutes, I decided to do what my instincts told me this was
all about. I simply laid my palm directly on the crotch of his jockey
shorts. I was not surprised, nor disappointed, he was hard, and he made
no reaction at all.

So of course I began to rub up and down a bit, and ran my fingers along
his thigh while still covering his cloth-encased rod. After a bit my
finger wandered under the legband, and stroked the side of his
corrugated scrotum, and over a few minutes, I grew bolder, finally
slipping my finger in further and stroking his scrotum, feeling his
young balls roll within the tightening bag.

Within a few minutes, I had decided to pull his straining cock out
through the legband, and began to stroke it directly, now masturbating
him between my fingers, and allowing my fingers to roam over all his
delightful genitals.

At this point, George came back in the room to ask me another question
about the computer. I slipped my hand up the leg to the knee again, but
didn't cover Bobby's cock up. George left in just a minute and I
returned to my fun. Bobby had left himself uncovered, which I took as
consent for what I was doing.  After a bit I shifted my position and
bent down, intending to take the sweet cock in my mouth, but now Bobby
did react, putting his hands on my head and holding it away from his
cock.  I tried this several times, always with the same result, and
returned to stroking.

Suddenly, George and Gary both came into the living room, and I slipped
my hand up again, talking to the boys to distract them. I knew Bobby
well, he was expert at deception and misbehavior, and he covered himself
up before they could see. The boys were done playing with the computer,
and wanted to watch a tape on the VCR, so I figured our fun was done for
the evening.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Bobby got up and left the room. The
two smaller boys were sitting in front of the TV and so I turned the
lights off so we could all concentrate on the movie. A few minutes
later, Bobby came back into the living room with a sleeping bag, and I
figured he'd join the other boys on the floor. But to my surprise he
didn't. Instead he laid the sleeping bag out along the length of the
other section of the couch, the head of the bag next to me, then he
slipped into the bag, now wearing only his jockey shorts, laid on his
right side and put his head on my chest!

After only a minute, I decided to check it out, and slipped my hand down
inside the bag. No opposition. I stroked his back, savoring the smooth
skin, smelling the sweet hair and stroking it with my other hand. I
worked my way down, again with no opposition and encountered the band of
his jockey shorts. After tracing my fingers along the band a bit, I
slipped my finger tips under it; no reaction from the boy. I slipped my
whole hand inside his shorts, and slid my palm across his sweet, smooth,
asscheeks.

Again encountering no hint of opposition, I slid the shorts down in back
as far as I could reach, so the band was hooked at the base of his butt,
then slid my hand around the top of his thigh and hooked my thumb under
the band in front, sliding the underwear down in front as well. It hung
up a bit under the leg he was laying on, but I worked it down awkwardly
until the shorts were stalled at the top of his thighs. Since he didn't
aid me any in this, I couldn't get them down to his knees or further,
but it was enough. I began to slide my hand around his silky smooth
abdomen, and began to stroke and tickle his lovely cock and testicles.

This continued for a very long time, I wasn't really masturbating him
but slipping a finger or two all around, stroking him in all the
accessible areas of his front.  After a long time, maybe half an hour, I
thought I could feel the slightest bit of moisture at his cockhead and
began slipping my finger along it and across the top, playing with the
little slit.  In a few more minutes, Bobby began to move, slowly,
slowly, sliding over on his side so that he began to lay on his back,
his head still on my chest, all three boys apparently watching the movie
intently.

As he slid into this position on his back, I was able to push his
jockeys down further, giving me access to his whole crotch, and I began
to stroke his inner thighs again, and slid my palm repeatedly over his
excited penis. He spread his thighs more and I slipped my whole hand
across his genitals, slipping my fingers to the delightful, secret,
satin skin behind his balls. He was responding erotically to this
manipulation for the first time! He began to shove up against my hand,
and after one or two shoves I could feel his orgasm, he bucked hard and
held his pulsing little boner against my hand, then, slowly let himself
down!

After a minute he got up and moved as far away on the couch as he could.
I figured his post orgasmic letdown had him feeling guilty, but wasn't
especially concerned. Bobby was not the sort of boy to let his
conscience get in the way of his fun, I figured he'd say nothing and
come back for more at some later time. I didn't realize how soon that
would be.

Bobby complained about his allergies and asthma, saying my kitty's hair
(which, I admit, is everywhere, on everything) was making it hard to
breathe. I suggested he take a shower to get the hair off, and wrap
himself up in a clean sheet to keep cat hairs off him. He did this, and
came back, laid on the couch all clean and dry and wrapped in the sheet.

After a bit, I told the boys it was past midnight and time for bed. To
my surprise, Bobby announced his intention to sleep on the couch rather
than with the other boys in the spare room.  Well, I have never
permitted this, and said no, but he said there was too much cat hair in
the spare room. I didn't believe that had anything to do with it. I
thought, instead, that Bobby wanted to be someplace where the other boys
were not . . . some place where I could get access to him, or so I
surmised! So I made an exception, and George and Gary complained
bitterly that Bobby was given this privilege, but I made them all go to
bed, and told them not to worry about Bobby, that I was going to take
care of him, and that they should just follow the rules as always.

About ten minutes later the boys were in bed, the lights out, and I was
standing in the living room, to "check on" Bobby, who was laying on his
stomach wrapped in the sheet, not speaking in the darkness. I knelt down
at the side of the couch, slipped my hand under his 63 pound body and
felt his cock was hard. That was about all I needed as a "go" signal. I
slipped my hands under the sheet at the back of his hairless legs, and
pushed the sheet up to mid-thigh, then let my hands run up the soft skin
to his butt. In a minute I had his shorts in my grasp, and began to pull
them down, thinking I'd get them down in back then turn him over to
finish the job. There was no need, he gave me no opposition and the
shorts slid down all the way to his ankles without any effort. I pulled
them off his feet, leaving the boy naked under the sheet.

All this time, Bobby was feigning sleep and the other boys were talking
in bed. I tried to roll Bobby over on his back but there was no room and
while he wasn't resisting he wasn't cooperating, so I got him rolled
onto his side, and slipped my hands up to his sweet goodies, pulling the
sheet up as I did.  In a moment, I had a hand cupped under his balls,
another cupped behind his straining young cock, his swollen genitals
lewdly exposed in my palms. Bobby was still pretending oblivion, but I
knew it for a pretense, and I bent my head down to nuzzle his silky
little rod; in a moment I decided to take the plunge and I slipped my
mouth down on the straining erection. To my surprise, it jumped up in my
mouth at the first contact, which excited me enormously! I hadn't
thought he could get any harder!

I began sucking up and down on the sweet boycock, took my mouth off for
a moment to lick his hairless balls and take his whole sack in my
mouth.  As I returned to his cock, Gary called from the bedroom,
demanding to know how Bobby was. Pretty damn sweet, I thought to myself,
but told him loudly "Gary, you go to sleep, and let me take care of
Bobby!" And, I silently added, I'm really taking care of him alright!

Gary, on the other hand was insistent, and fearing he'd come into the
living room, I instead went to the bedroom, leaving Bobby on the couch,
and talked to Gary. When I finally got the younger boy calmed down and
well on the road to sleep, I again emerged into the dark living room,
and found Bobby laying once again on his stomach; but he had not pulled
his sheet down, so his bare buns were sticking out.

Thinking he really wasn't ready to be sucked or he'd have been on his
back, I began to rub his lovely rear, then thought to myself, "in for a
penny, in for a pound". I spread his sweet cheeks and toyed with his
tight little knot (and it was so tight I couldn't get a finger started
into it). Spreading the cheeks even further, I suddenly shoved my head
into his crack, my own cheeks pressed tightly against the smooth twelve
year old's. No opposition, so I began to lick at the lovely pucker, then
opened my mouth wide and sealed my lips against him, sucking in a little
to create a vacuum. I then licked the clean little hole, pushing my
tongue in and out, savoring the taste. It was literally the slickest,
sweetest skin I'd ever tasted. The little hole began to loosen under my
insistent assault, and the boy spread his legs just a little, giving me
a little better access.

After sucking for several minutes, I slipped the fingers of one hand
under to toy with his sack and roll his lovely smooth balls, and used a
finger of the other hand to probe gently at the wet hole, now feeling
the asslips yield to my gentle prodding.

Still, I didn't want to force this situation, I wanted to be sure the
boy was willing. So I spoke to him and asked him if he wanted me to go
ahead; his reply was unintelligible, though later I realized he was
asking what I was going to do . . . unsure that he wanted me to go on, I
finally said, " I can't tell if you're enjoying this or not . . . if you
want me to keep this up, come into my bedroom and close the door." Then
I got up and left the room, laying in my bed, and pulling my sweatpants
off, freeing my dripping cock.

After ten or fifteen minutes, during which I shot off a load to calm
myself down, I began drift off to sleep, sure Bobby would not be coming.
But then, just as I was about to fall into slumber, I heard him calling
my name.

"Yeah, Bobby?" He was at the door.

"Do you know where my inhaler is?" He was standing there, naked but for
his shorts, which he had retrieved. I was almost fooled, and got up (saw
him staring at my hard cock) to find the flashlight to see if we could
find it. Then I realized. He wanted to come into the room, didn't want
the inhaler, but wasn't quite willing to make his horny desires
explicit.

So I told him "It's ok, lay down here on the bed and I'll help you out."
With that, I walked over to him, closed the door gently, put my hand on
his shoulder, and guided him to the side of my big waterbed. Before he
could do or say anything, but with a casual movement, I slipped his
shorts down to his ankles. He was engorged, and didn't say anything, but
just stepped out of his shorts and laid down on the bed on his back!

I slipped into the bed next to him, both of us naked, and with a single
reading light on, began to stroke his sweet body. He closed his eyes;
and my hands roamed fully for the first time. After a bit, I spread his
legs and started stroking his thighs, crotch, scrotum, and swollen
soldier. I toyed with his little clump of fines. soft, straight pubic
hairs.

Finally, I swallowed his straining cock, and began to lave it with my
tongue, then sucked up and down. As I did, I prodded again at his
private hole, and my fingertip went in, to the first joint. He didn't
react, but I felt the lips of his sweet jewel clinging to my finger and
could actually feel the beat of his pulse in the tender channel. As I
continued to suck, his anus slowly accustomed to my intrusion, and my
finger sank deeper and deeper into his sweet hole. I used other fingers
to fondle his balls and feel the deep muscles of his crotch.

Finally, I could feel his impending orgasm as his ass muscles began to
squeeze my finger; then at last he bucked his hips, shoving his lower
abdomen against my face, and I felt his cock pulse and his rectum clench
and squeeze my finger, the pulsing of the muscles beneath the satin soft
skin from anus to balls, the taught muscles contracting in his sweet
smooth crotch! It was glorious.

Bobby slept with me all night, watched me shoot off half a dozen times
under this intense stimulation, and even stroked my penis and balls. I
explored his rectum at length with my fingers and tongue, I licked
almost every inch of his smooth body, and found many ways to excite him,
keeping him so constantly stimulated he couldn't stop me from coaxing
him to orgasm after orgasm.

We had many more encounters thereafter, but none of them was as exciting
to me as that first night. Still, you may find those stories interesting
and in due time I'll write them; many are yet to come. As was Bobby . .


The Story of Bobby, Part II

To understand the next part of my encounters with Bobby, you must
remember that I told you before he was, in effect, a real troublemaker.
Bobby was a ringleader, more like the ringleader, whenever there was
trouble in the neighborhood. And while Bobby liked being with me, he
also resented the fact that I gave attention and time to the other kids,
too. Bobby wanted to engage in a power struggle with me. Bobby was a
real manipulator, and tho he could be immense fun to have around, he was
a kid who had to be handled very carefully indeed.

Early that morning he got up and went back out on the couch so his
brother and Gary wouldn't know what had happened that night.

When I got up in the morning, it was all as if it had been a dream.
Neither of us showed anything to indicate our wild night of sexual
depravity.

For several weeks, Bobby only came over with other kids, but that was
not unusual; and there were no sleepovers in that interval, which also
was not remarkable. Then one afternoon, George and Gary came in after
school and were very upset.

When I finally coaxed it out of them, they said "Bobby said you tried to
suck his dick!"

I wasn't too worried at that point. I figured he hadn't said it to any
adults, and he hadn't told the truth anyway . . . Bobby was not a kid
who was good at telling the truth, in fact, I don't ever remember him
doing it; sometimes he'd even lie to people about his name, for no
reason.

So I said to them, "Well, why would you ever believe Bobby? All he is
doing is trying to get you upset, like when he talks about Gary's mom
and makes fun of Freddy," and made light of it. In fact, Bobby often
told nasty truths or destructive lies to the boys to get them mad. He
usually would say things like "Gary, Freddie said your mom was a whore."
That, he knew, would get Gary ready to punch out Freddie. Bobby enjoyed
these power games.

But I also figured I'd better squelch the rumor, and teach Bobby a
lesson. So I went over to Bobby's house and got him to walk with me and
I confronted him with it, telling him he was looking for more trouble
than he could handle. I told him he could be my friend, or he could be
my enemy, or if he didn't want anything to do with me, that was OK too.
But if he wanted to be my enemy, well, he'd better be prepared, because
I could make him pretty unhappy.

Bobby decided he wanted to be my friend, or so he said, but I didn't
trust him now, and resolved that I wouldn't give him a chance to prove
his allegations.

(If this sounds ominous or scary, it wasn't really . . . it's hard to
communicate the exact tone of this stuff. I was serious with Bobby, in
that I wanted him to know he couldn't push me around like he sometimes
did the kids. I wasn't really afraid it would go further, though, I was
just heading off trouble.)

Well, given all this, Bobby was treated with cordiality but he wasn't
really "invited" over a lot, and for a while there was no consideration
on my part that we could repeat our encounter. I couldn't give him
ammunition.

Until . . .

It was Martin Luther King Day, and school was out. But I went off to run
some errands and didn't come home until about noon. When I pulled up
into the driveway, I saw the wind blowing some trash in the back yard,
and so instead of going in the house directly, I went to the back yard
to pick it up.

When I was walking the trash to the trash cans, I saw something in the
side yard by my bedroom window.

There was a small fence there, separating the side yard from the back
yard.  At some point, the kids has put a large piece of old plywood up
against the fence, making sort of a lean-to shelter they used as a play
fort.  What I saw was the back of Gary's head in the fort.  So I walked
over, intending to say hi to him.

But when I got closer, I saw more. First, I saw that Gary had his jeans
popped open and spread, and second I saw Bobby was in there too.

Not what you think, but almost.  In addition to Gary and Bobby, there
was Sara.  Sara was eight or nine, and she was known to all the boys to
be available for sex play. She slept over at Bobby and George's once and
their mom caught her and George naked in the bedroom. Some other boys
told me about having five of them line up on one side of a fence with
Sara on the other side. Each boy then stuck his penis through a hole in
the fence for her to play with.

Well, I couldn't tell precisely what was going on, and didn't want to
get closer yet, but I realized that if I went in the house quietly, I
could see right into the lean to from my bedroom window. So I did.

As I stood in my bedroom, I observed that Gary had now buttoned his
pants up but he was blocking my view of Bobby and Sara. Watching a
while, I realized I couldn't really see what I wanted to see. Then Gary
pulled out a cigarette lighter and started trying to set leaves on fire.
Well, I decided that wasn't safe, and it gave me an excuse to bust in
and find out what was happening. So I did.

They didn't realize I was there until I was on top of the situation. I
told Gary, "give me that lighter!"  He just started at me, and held it.
"Give it to me, now! You know better than to play with fire!" He
remained immobile, but now I could see into the lean-to.  Bobby's butt
was showing, his pants around his thighs and he on all fours. Sara was
barely visible on the floor of the hut with her panties around her
ankles.  Finally, Bobby yelled "Give it to him!" and Gary tossed me the
lighter.

Without saying another word, I walked into the house, feigning anger,
but inside saying to myself "Now you've got something on Bobby . . ."

About ten minutes later, Bobby and Gary rang bell.

"We want to know if you're going to tell our parents."

"Well, why don't you come in and we'll talk about it."

To make this long introduction short, I told them that I wasn't going to
bust them for playing with fire, but that I should. On the other hand I
said "About the other thing, well, I think when people are playing
private games like that it's nobody else's business as long as no one is
getting hurt." I looked Bobby right in the eye. "So I won't tell your
parents about it unless for some reason I find myself in a situation
where I have to say something."

I knew now that it would be safe for us to follow up on what had
happened; Bobby understood that we both had dirt on each other, and that
mine was more believable. He also understood that we'd both held back in
further encounters until the power situation between us became clear.

He showed up the next day, alone.

Bobby and I were chatting about this and that, and I went into the
kitchen to get something to eat.  When I came back to the living room,
he wasn't there.

I checked the bathroom, nothing. Then the spare room, figuring he was on
the computer, but no.  Finally, I saw him laying on my waterbed, eyes
closed, feigning sleep. And he had on only his shirt and jockeys.

Walking up to the bed, I looked at his luscious, available body, then
walked to the windows and checked to be sure he wasn't setting me up
with the other kids. I checked every window in the house, we were truly
alone.

Back into the bedroom. I walked up to him again, this time I shook him
and he didn't respond. Then again. Finally he opened his eyes, feigning
sleepiness. I said "You want to take a nap for a while, Bobby?" and he
nodded, then closed his eyes. Of course, this was merely to set up the
pretext for the encounter. So I said "I think I will, too" and pulled
off all my clothes, tossed them to the floor and laid down next to him.
I pulled a comforter up from the foot of the bed over both of us, and
slipped my hand over his chest under the covers, snuggling up against
his smooth body. He let me snuggle into him, and my hard cock was poking
into his leg.
After just laying there with him a minute or two, I began to stroke his
chest, and slipped my other arm under his shoulders, pulling him closer,
into an embrace. He was unresisting, his eyes still closed, but his
heart beating fast. I began to nuzzle his neck, and slipped my hand down
lower, to his belly. I planted a soft kiss on his neck, and heard his
breath take suddenly.

I began to stroke his side and belly, slipping my hand up under his
shirt. Then I slipped it up further to toy with his nipples and pinched
them just a little bit. I pushed his shirt up until it was bunched under
his armpits, and slipped my head under the covers.

I slipped my tongue out and began to lave his right nipple, feeling him
stiffen a little with the stimulation, one hand was stroking his neck
lightly the other was wandering on his lower belly, toward his shorts. I
pushed my cock up against his hairless leg and began rubbing against him
a little.

Now my hand wanders lower, rubbing against his hip bones, and across his
abdomen, teasing him. Now I'm on to his thighs, still licking his smooth
chest, and finally I cup his cloth-covered scrotum and squeeze gently,
feeling his whole body jump with the horny stimulation.

Freeing my other hand, I crouch under the covers, and start to slip his
shorts down, seeing him lift his hips ever so slightly to make it easier
for me, and now Bobby has them down to mid-thigh, his lovely thumb-sized
boyrod sticking lewdly up out of his smooth belly.  I continue to slide
them on down, to his knees, his ankles, then off. He has only a ring of
shirt at his armpits and I boldly explore his groin with both hands, and
wander up and down his nude torso.

I'm so hot now, I have to stop for a bit. I'll finish when I get a
chance.

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OK, I put my head close to his cock, and I see that, in the month or so
since we last met, he's grown some more hair. Not a lot, but now there
is a string of hairs clinging right to the crease where his penis meets
his abdomen. If you were 2 or 3 feet away you probably couldn't see
them. They are soft, light brown, and straight. I toy with them,
fascinated with their tender nature and totally excited by his
pubescence (the word literally means "soft hairs", you know). I hold his
rod down a little and stroke it while I play with these lovely little
markers.

Now I am slipping my hands down on his thighs and working in toward his
round little butt, and I move his legs to a "frog-legged" position so
his crotch is fully exposed, then lift them a bit to examine his crack.

I'm really hot now, so I put my face up to his penis and begin to rub
its silken hardness against my face, cheeks, nose, lips, eyes, forehead
-- everywhere. Now I shove his boner into my hair and put my lips to his
sac, and kiss is gently, first the right ball, then the left. Now I take
the whole taut bag into my mouth and slide my tongue round and round.
Bobby likes this, he is pushing up a little as if to put more of his
crotch into my warm, wet mouth. My hands roam his near hairless belly,
and up to his chest and neck again.

I stick my tongue out of my mouth, around his scrotum, and let the tip
wander along the seam where scrotum, torso, and thigh join. The skin is
warm and slick, and there is a slightly pungent odor, the smell of a boy
in pubescence.

Now I move my mouth up, my tongue laving the underside of his straining
young boner, following the swollen tube on the underside up to the
glans, and licking around the head, swirling along the top, and I slide
my head down, my tongue curled around his boner to lick the back side
until I reach his soft, sparse pubic patch and I lick it too, savoring
the silky little hairs, each perhaps a half-inch long.

Back around his balls, I start lick along the soft skin in that private
place behind them, leading to his sweet little hole. There is a ridge
here, and I lave up and down. As I do, Bobby's knees lay down more,
spreading his crotch a little to give me better access. Finally, I slip
my hands down his torso and up the backs of his thighs, stroking the
hairless legs as I do, until I have the back of each knee in one hand.

Gently, I lift the legs, turning the boy bottom up to view. His little
anus, which I did not see the last time but which he had flashed at me
on a number of "mooning" occasions, is a flower ready to bloom. It's
reddish and set in the whitest, smoothest skin you could imagine. His
crack is smooth and flawless, the folds of his anal tissues feel my
tongue. I lick along the periphery and feel again a slight muscle
movement as if to stick the sweet butthole into my mouth. I lave around
and around and then pass across the center ever so lightly. I can see as
I do the involuntary flexing of the little sphincter as it tries to open
for me!

After a few minutes of savoring this treasure, I get to serious
tonguing, once again opening wide to take as large a mouthful of his
sweet hairless flesh as I can, sealing my lips with a little suction so
my mouth is flush to his most private places, and slide the tongue
around and around and probe gently, insistently at the center. As I do,
I feel it yielding, hear Bobby give an involuntary sigh, and know he is
ready for my fingers.

And so it goes, in a few minute I have buried a finger into his sweet
velveteen channel, I can again his rapid pulse against my knuckle. I
slip the finger in and out, not merely probing, but now stroking into
him, he is being finger-fucked for the first time. My finger tip seeks
his prostate (though I've never been able to be sure when I had my
finger on one, the response heretofore has been pretty good) and I
change fingers to let him feel the sensual penetration again and again.
At intervals I return with the tongue. Now I try a two finger insertion,
and find the channel very tight, but still willing.  After three to five
minutes of attention his flower is completely opened to me, and when I
finally withdraw my face, I leave my middle finger to hold it open,
reaching upward with my other fingers to cup and stroke his smooth
balls.

I figure it's time, and I let his legs fall back to the lewdly spread
position, cocked at the knee like a frog, but spread wide like a
butterfly, and slip my mouth down on his swollen erection. It swells up
once again, surprising me that it can get any harder, and I can feel the
veins and cords of the boyish cock, the head swollen and clearly
defined, and the body narrowing behind it then swelling wider about an
inch from the top, and then narrowing again to a small circle as my lips
reach his base.

I believe I stroked my mouth on it four times before he started to come,
the pulsing of the boner buried deep in my mouth drove me near wild with
lust as the asshole once again milked my finger and the boys crotch
spasmed against my face and hands.  I cannot be sure but I think I taste
a slightly sweet --something. If so, it cannot be more than a small drop
worth, but it tastes like precum to me.

I let the boy, exhausted and in his post-orgasmic disorientation slip
from me, then straightened his slim body out on the bed, laying down
beside him again.

I reach for his hand, and it's unresisting, I guide it to my swollen,
leaking rod, and slide it up and along the underside. The sleepy boy is
too involved to protest, to pretend disinterest, he is content to let me
ravish his body and now his hand, he begins to cup it around my
erection, his eyes closed, but with little energy.

After a few minutes I am near shooting, and I slip his hand down to my
testicles, which he willingly cups, and he slightly, absently rolls the
balls while I masturbate. My come shoots out with tremendous force
across his abdomen as I lay my thigh across his body and spray my come
on the boy.

Quickly, I get up, go to the bathroom, and get a towel to clean him, he
is still pretending sleep. Pulling on my pants, I slip his shorts back
on, pull his shirt down, and then gently shake him, calling "Bobby?" His
eyes flutter and he "awakes" with a stir.

"Did you have a nice nap?"

"Uh, uh, it was OK."

But it was more than OK, and Bobby will come over several times a week
for naps in the next month.  But more about that later.


The Story of Bobby, Part III

As I told you, Bobby began to come over regularly for his "naps" in my
bedroom. Usually I would walk in and find him naked, hard, and eyes
closed, waiting for a blow job. But in my ongoing battle of wills with
Bobby, I knew he would be getting older and would try again to find a
way to control or manipulate me. I couldn't let that happen, and I knew
that the only way to prevent it would be for me to compromise him so
thoroughly that he never dare try to expose me.

Fortunately, I think a part of Bobby knew this too. And while Bobby's
immediate instincts were to try to control me, in reality he was looking
for a man who could keep him in line. His father wasn't able to fulfill
that role, and Bobby was looking to me to do it. That didn't mean it
would be easy, but it did mean that he would make the opportunities for
me if only I would seize them.

One night we had a sleepover again, but with a different group. Bobby,
Jerry and Richard, 15 and 14, came to visit.  This was an opportunity I
had long planned for . . . and it was I that set the cast of characters
and I had plans for the nights agenda.

Being an older crowd, I knew we could get into some things that were not
possible with the younger boys. The first one was beer. I don't really
believe in providing alcohol or drugs to boys, and these boys were not
exactly experienced drinkers, but all had had more than one or two beers
on occasion, and it was an essential element of the plan that Bobby be
quite free from normal inhibitions. I didn't think he would drink with
me, not enough anyway. So the other boys were invited.

So, to the boys surprise and delight I brought out a case of beer and we
all proceeded to down a few.  The boys, as they will, got a little
silly, and then I suggested a game of "quarters" which only Rich knew
how to play. If you don't know how, the essence is simple; you try to
bounce a quarter off the table so it lands in a glass of beer. If you
succeed, you can hand the glass to anyone there and he must chug it
down.

I am good at that game, and though the boys tended to pass glasses to me
more than each other, I was much less intoxicated than any of them. I
made sure however that Bobby got less than the other two. And in good
time, they were all quite drowsy; it was very late, and they all went
into the spare room and were talking and nodding off. When all was
quiet, I went in and picked up Bobby's warm and limp form, and carried
him in my arms to my room, setting him on the bed. He stirred, awoke
enough to know where he was, grinned and shoved his pants down to his
thighs, revealing his boyish erection, and no doubt expecting me to
service him.

I told him to wait a minute and shook off my own clothes, then reached
down to stroke him. By this time he really had a nice little bush
forming. But he was really sleepy, not just horny. I had counted on
that.

I slipped on to the bed with him, and ran my hands up and down his body,
slipping his shirt up and then over his head, leaving it tangled in his
wrists. Then I pulled his pants down, off his ankles, taking his socks
with them.

As I gently stroked the slick skin of his supple chest I told him to
turn over for a massage. Sleepily, he complied and I began to stroke and
roll the muscles of his boyish back, sliding my hands down to his buns
and up to his shoulders again and again.  I noted as I did that he
slowly relaxed his legs and spread them slightly apart. I rubbed along
his buns and tickled the inside of his thighs, and massaged up and
across the Vee of his legs, running my fingertips over his smooth
ballsac as I did. He moaned a little and spread further.

I did this for about five minutes and observed he had slipped off to
sleep. Gently, so as not to arouse him to the point of full wakefulness,
I spread his legs further apart and slipped my mouth into his sweet
crack, licking lightly up and down, now touching the back of his balls,
now nibbling lightly at the base of his spine where the crack began.  He
responded in a semi-awake state, spreading further still and clearly was
turned on by this combination of relaxing and stimulating actions.

Licking carefully into his tight hole, I felt him relax there a bit too.
Shortly I licked my finger and prodded it against his flower, and felt
him spread yet further as it began to sink into him. He'd become used to
a finger fucking as I blew him, and had no opposition or concern.

As I proceeded to work a second finger in, he began to realize this was
a little out of the usual for us. But I had him quite relaxed and was
still rubbing his back and neck muscles. I reached to the headboard of
the bed and he mumbled "what's that?" as I got the lotion.

I told him it was just to help this feel better, a little massage
lotion. I spread a little on my hand and returned to his back, but I
also put some on the other hand, and greased the fingers well . . . and
slipped them back into the tight, hot, damp hole. Bobby was getting very
stimulated by this fingering, I could feel his ass muscles contract, and
when I thought the time right, I slipped my hand out and down to my
cock, smearing lotion on it too.

I've no doubt Bobby knew what I intended . . . nor that his curiosity
and the high level of excitement he was experiencing made him ambivalent
about stopping me.

Without his noticing, I reached behind the headboard of the bed and
flipped the little line cord switch there. I shifted myself up onto my
knees and said "I'm going to massage you better now, Bobby, OK?" He
didn't reply, so I said "Do you want to try a new kind of massage,
Bobby? Is it OK?"

Bobby slightly nodded his head, exhaled slowly and closed his
half-opened eyes, shifting slightly to spread his legs even more. This
was the assent I needed, and I quickly slipped a pillow under his
midsection, elevating his butt.

Then I spread both small cheeks wider, staring down into his tight hole,
and put my dick up against the hairless opening. Bobby held very still.

I put a slight pressure with my hips and watched the rounded, swollen
head start to part his sweet asslips. He didn't tense up at all, and a
slow steady pressure forced the head a little further in; finally, the
ring was ready to slip in. I was shaking with excitement myself as I
watched, my hands still holding his cheeks open and the shadow of my rod
across his white, round buttocks.

I pressed on, not forcing, just enough pressure so that, as he slowly
relaxed the muscle, more and more of my rod was engulfed by the clinging
flesh of his tight sphincter. The asslips surrounded it like a mouth,
clinging to the sides as I pulled ever so slightly back before I resumed
my onslaught. The sensations were incredible, I hadn't felt anything so
tight in memory, and the channel was silky, slippery, warm and smooth;
his rectum engulfed and surrounded my cock like a hot meaty glove.

In time I was half way or more into him and he began to feel it. Not
painfully but some discomfort mixed with horny stimulation made him
start a little and I paused, holding still until I felt a very slight,
surreptitious push BACKWARDS from him, forcing perhaps a quarter inch
more of my thick rod into him!

He was practically begging me to fuck him!

I pushed a little harder then and he did likewise, and finally I slipped
all the way in, my balls up against his flawlessly smooth butt, the
tight anal ring clinging to the base of my cock, I reveled in the
sensation and grew even more heated at the sight of my wiry pubic hair
crushed against his white skin.

Now he was anxious as I just held still (it took all the control I had
to do it!); finally he began to pull himself up the shaft, only a
little, less than an inch; then forced it back down. I wasn't fucking
Bobby, he was fucking me. This was what I had wanted.
"Do you want me to do it more, Bobby?"

"unh!"

"Tell me if you want me to put it all the way in."

"Ok, Ok"

I smiled to myself and pushed it back in then pulled out, slowly
s-l-o-w-l-y fucking him in and out. Finally, I pulled all the way out,
and held the head against his now relaxed and opened hole.

"Put it back in!" his voice held urgency.

"Are you sure, Bobby? You really want me to keep fucking you?"

"Yeah, do it!"

I had all I needed, so I turned to fucking this smooth boy with all my
passion. I lowered myself over him, and he felt my hot breath on his
neck, then I stuck out my tongue and began to lick lightly around the
back of his neck and his ears. I rested more and more of weight on him,
and finally slipped one hand down under him and grasped his swollen
young penis in my hand, stroking him.

As I did this I fucked in and out, trying to get deeper and deeper into
his body, as I was getting deeper and deeper into his mind and heart.

Now I slipped my other hand to his face, stroking the soft cheek and
then turning his head toward me, as I lowered my full weight on him. He
was flushed with excitement, and I turned his face to me. I slid my
mouth down to his sweet little lips and nibbled a little. After a moment
of tension, he relaxed and I slipped my tongue into his sweet mouth,
fucking for all I was worth now, but still holding back as much as I
could, my orgasm. I probed deeply into his mouth and knew he was mine,
he had completely surrendered his body to me. I felt his orgasm begin to
grow, then his rectum convulsed and squeezed my swollen rod
rhythmically. A moment latter he sagged into the bed, spent; I fucked a
little more but within thirty seconds I was spraying my cum into his hot
rectal channel!

With both of us in the afterglow, I left my cock in his tight ass; then
it began to harden again with the excitement of the smell and feel of
this young boy under me and I began to fuck him again. He was getting
sore, I could tell but still enjoying the experience.

After a few minutes of this, I pulled my cock out and rimmed him,
cleaning up the semen that had leaked out, reached into the headboard
again and got a towel and wiped him up as best I could. Then I wiped my
again-erect cock with the towel.

I turned the unresisting adolescent over on his back and then did the
last thing I needed to own him completely. I shifted around into
sixty-nine position, and quickly swallowed his semi-erect cock. As I
did, he began to harden fully and I pushed my cock up against his soft
lips, waiting, just as I had with his asshole.

For a moment he resisted, started to move his head away, but I reached
down and gently put his head back, the rounded knob of my swollen organ
against his lips, not forcing it in, merely pressing against his lips a
little.

I pulled my mouth off his cock.

"Don't stop!" he said, his voice husky with urgency.

"Sure, Bobby, but you do me too," I said. "Come on, try it, it doesn't
taste bad".

And yielding once more, he let the cock slip into his mouth a little at
a time, just as had happened with his butt hole!!

In no time at all he was moving his soft wet mouth and slippery tongue
on my cock! I couldn't believe I was able to get so far, I had expected
to be able to fuck him, with the alcohol, his natural curiosity, and our
history of anal stimulation, but I hadn't thought I'd get so far with
his mouth.

Well, in no time at all he was lurching his hips up, forcing his young
cock deep into my mouth, and I could feel a little pulsing under the
skin as he did.

I began to come and Bobby quickly backed off my cock, my come spurting
all across his smooth, choirboy face. After a moment's relaxation, I
handed him the towel and he wiped the dripping cum off his face, his
eyes averted.  I turned around and put my arms around him and we both
drifted off into sleep.

A few hours later, near dawn, I shook Bobby awake. I told him that I
needed to talk to him before the other boys woke up. Then I opened the
drawer in the dresser where the tape recorder was hidden, and played
back the sounds of our night.  Bobby heard himself assent that he wanted
me to keep fucking him, and no one who heard the tape would walk away
doubting that he had sucked my cock as well.

I told him that the tape would be put where no one could hear it, but if
he was ever tempted to tell his buddies any stories, I'd be glad to let
them assess the truth for themselves.

At first Bobby seemed mad, then puzzled, then suddenly he got a big grin
on his face and said "you got me!"

For the next few months then, Bobby continued to come over for his naps,
and we added some of our new repertoire of activities to those visits.
Not often, but with some regularity Bobby would suck me; much more often
I would plumb the tight confines of his sweet tight rectum, kissing him
deeply, giving him the occasional hickey; and every time I would take
his swollen cock into my mouth and suck out his essence.  Within a few
weeks I tasted his first real wet orgasm.

That summer Bobby moved across town, but he kept in touch, and about
once every month or so his brother and he would come for a sleepover.
For a long time, almost a year, nothing would happen on these
sleepovers. I though perhaps Bobby was no longer interested.
Eventually, though, Bobby would make excuses to stay in the living room
when his brother went to bed, mostly saying he wanted to watch TV with

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