Date: Mon, 3 Jan 2005 11:38:17 -0800 (PST)
From: gnu writer <gnuwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bobby and Me

True? Fiction? You decide.

     Bobby was three grades behind me in the small
county high school that was about 10 miles south of
Fort Lee where we lived with our moms and Army dads. I
was an active junior into all types of activities with
as many friends as anyone could possibly handle.  We
were both thin and lanky.  Of course I was taller than
he was but we both had similar brunette hair and hazel
eyes.  We were too far apart in age and grade to
really be classified as friends of any sort.  Our
parents were friends however and they would congregate
at our larger house on post from time to time eating
dinner and playing cards into the night.  He was an
only child and my brother was off in college elsewhere
in the state.  He had little choice but to tag along
with his parents when they came to visit.  After the
meal, we were never invited to play cards.  That
relegated us to go hang out in the back of the house
together.  I always tried to be friendly and social
despite our age differences.  He too seemed to enjoy
my company.

	I had not been sexual with anyone, male or female in
high school.  I had too much popularity to risk anyone
learning of my love for guys.  In my previous school
when I was in junior high, I was naive and curious and
had my first experiences in male to male sex of sorts.
Most of those events rate a separate story perhaps but
they were of simple things and exploration.  The first
time was my friend James who was in French class with
me and sat in the back of the class.  We also lived in
the same housing complex.  My first time doing
anything sexual at all was in the back of the French
class separated from others by rows of empty chairs
and a teacher very involved in her teaching "J'entre
la salle de classe.  Je place mon crayon sur la
table."  She was oblivious to us and the desks that
had been conveniently pushed right beside each other
as to be hugging.

	We'd been quietly goofing around in the back of the
class and something made us grope our own crotch
through the jeans we had on.  We silently laughed at
each other.  As we kept doing it, being a pubescent
boy of about 13, my cock grew to its full firmness. I
rarely needed any excuse to get hard.  So, playfully,
I grasped the cock in my jeans as to outline it.
James stared ever so hard at my crotch.  I looked as
he tugged at his but I didn't see a bulge like I had.
Possibly he was not as large as I or he was not
getting hard like I was.  I'm by no means huge but I
was bigger than most guys even at that age.  Later in
the military, one of the guys would nick name me B.D.
One day I asked what he was talking about and he said,
"Well, Big Dick of course."  I flushed crimson.  He
knew because we showered together regularly.  But,
honestly I'm not the 8, 9 or 10 incher that one reads
about in stories posted on Nifty.

	As we kept doing this in the back of the class, I
made a stroking motion on my cock rubbing up and down
its length. There certainly was no missing the fact
that I was incredibly hard.  It definitely poked down
the leg of my jeans.  James made absolutely no attempt
to act embarrassed in staring at it.  He was actually
gawking. I was reveling in the fact of showing off my
boyhood to my friend.  Then before I could respond at
all, he had reached over the desk armrest and into my
lap.  Damn, he was starting to feel my cock right
there in French class.  It was the first time anyone
had touched it.  I just stared into his eyes as he
held and felt it.  But then, he didn't quit.  His hand
rubbed up and down my solid stalk.  You know the
heavenly feeling of someone touching you for the first
time.  It was marvelous to say the least. My body
shook with first-timer excitement.  But as I trembled,
James continued massaging it.  We were only half-way
into the class. He was taking his time feeling me and
I liked it needless to say.  He squeezed, massaged and
rubbed on it.  I slid further down in the seat and my
breathing became very rapid.  At 13 it didn't take too
much stimulation to come.  James seemed intent on both
giving me a good feel and now, it seemed, to make me
explode in my pants.  Well he was successful in both.
It, to this day, is one of the most erotic things that
has ever happened to me.  It didn't take much longer
until I silently grunted and my cock erupted in my
jeans over and over and over.  It was one of my most
explosive orgasms.  I tried to get my breath and
figure out what to do.  I had a load of boy cum in my
underwear and it was starting to feel wet and sticky
and even show through to my jeans.  James' hand was
still on my cock which was rapidly deflating.  I
quickly stood up startling him and made my way to the
door right in the middle of class and down the hall to
the boy's room where I took off my underwear and
cleaned the spooge off of me as best I could.  I went
commando the rest of the day and tossed the jockeys
into the trash can there.  James and I had many more
times together after that.  It amazes to me this day
that no one paid the least attention to us in the back
of the class that day.

	It was another night for Bobby and his parents to
come over for dinner and cards.  It was non-eventful
until we were banished to my bedroom in the back of
the house after the meal.  We watched TV for about an
hour. I had plans to go out with a friend to a movie
in a short while so I would be abandoning Bobby at
that point.  We goofed around and talked of various
uninteresting things as the TV loomed on in the corner
of the room.  One of the "games" we played from time
to time was similar to grab-ass we've all heard about.
But this game was "grab crotch."  It was not really
sexual in nature. It was designed to aggravate the
other person and to put a strong grip on the other
guy's genitals. It was just playful boy fun.  During
the ensuing conversation we talked of body hair and
where we had it.  Being a junior, I had it in all the
normal places except my chest which was to grow later
when I got into my late teens and early twenties.  He
admitted to having only hair on his cock.   When his
pants legs pulled up from time to time, I saw he was
basically hairless on his legs.  He had on a shirt so
I was unable to verify that he had no hairs growing in
his arm pits.  For some reason arm pits have always
held some erotic fascination for me.

	He said he had to go to the bathroom.  I waited a few
moments. I knew I needed to brush my teeth before my
friend arrived. I thought nothing of knocking on the
door and asking if I could come in too and brush them.
 Well, the most amazing thing greeted me.  The
bathroom was small and the sink was directly beside
toilet where he sat. My towel rack was directly off of
his right shoulder beside him.  The amazing sight was
his thunderously hard cock sticking up straight in his
lap.  There was no way to miss it. It was right there
to be seen.  I don't know if my mouth dropped open.
But, for some reason, I acted like I had seen nothing.
I was very naive and almost embarrassed.  I didn't
want to be seen as doing something queer or anything.
He just sat there straight up. He was not hunched
over. He did not try to put his hands over it. He sat
there with it sticking straight up.  He was not
enormous nor was he small. I even saw the cock hair he
had talked about earlier.  I tried to ignore it as
best I could. I started to brush my teeth but I used
my peripheral vision to keep an eye on it as it seemed
to bob in his lap.  I was so excited about seeing
another hard cock after these several years of not
seeing any in high school.  I grew a woody too but it
was easily hidden as I stood upright beside him and
continued working on my teeth.  I have never taken so
long in brushing my teeth in my life.  Finally I had
to stop or my gums would rub raw.  I washed my face
then leaned over him to my towel to dry my face. In
actuality, I was staring straight down on his cock
pointing right up at me. It amazed me he didn't' seem
self conscious in the least. I thought he most have
known I saw it rising into the air right there in
front of me.  Had I been more brave this would have
been the chance to just reach down into his lap and
grasp it and say something to him about his hard cock.
But, I didn't.  I was too scared.  It never occurred
to me he might want just that.  I heard my ride toot
his horn just outside the bathroom window and peeked
out to see my friend waiting for me. I told Bobby I
had to jet and that I would see him later.  I took a
last few looks as I finished drying my face.  It was
unbelievable he was hard, his cock throbbing right
there just a foot from me.

	I was really horned up after that incident with
Bobby. I wished I had been able to stay home that
night instead of go out to the movies. I just know
something would have happened.  I kept thinking about
it and I knew Bobby was making some kind of invitation
with his cock flagging me from his seated position in
the bathroom.  But it didn't happen that night.  About
a month later I saw him playing outside where we lived
and I invited him to come in.  Just the thought of
having seen him hard made me abandon all caution.  I
knew I had to feel that 14 year old cock.  In the
month in between, I'd go to sleep thinking of him and
what we might do and I'd wake in the middle of the
night with a huge hard on.  I was becoming obsessed
with seeing his cock again but in a much more intimate
setting.

	He came in. I couldn't think of much to say.  I mean,
if I said, "Take your pants off again and show me your
hard cock one more time," I might have been outed for
having misread what happened in the bathroom a month
ago.  After all there's nothing unusual about a 14
year old being hard most of the time for no apparent
reason at all.  So, lamely, I said, "Wanna play
monopoly?"  This was way before Atari, Xbox,
PlayStation or even the internet mind you.

     "Sure." He wasn't going to be too conversational
it seemed.

     "Let's go back to the den."  Mom and dad had
converted my away college brother's room into a den
with the TV in it.  Bobby and I had hung there before
when his parents came over to play cards with mine. He
knew the way.  Without him noticing as I followed him,
I turned up the thermostat a couple of notches to make
the house warmer.  We played monopoly on the floor on
the carpet.  Games always lasted an hour or two.  I
knew it would give me lots of chance to get something
going.

     "Damn it's hot in here" he said eventually.  I
took this as my opportunity.  I stood up and cracked
the window every so slightly. I didn't want it to cool
off too much then I went into my own bedroom and took
off all my clothes putting on only a tank top and my
school athletic shorts.  In those days athletic shorts
were indeed short.  I trembled slightly at the thought
of what I was going to do next.

As I resumed my seat across the monopoly board from
him on the floor, his eyes opened when he saw what I
was wearing.  Neither of us said a word however as we
resumed the game.  My plan was coming together and I
felt my body quake some as my cock started to get hard
just thinking of it.  It didn't take long for my 16
year old cock to get fully erect and of course with
the gym shorts on there was no place for it to go but
to escape out of the left leg of the shorts some.  I
glanced down and saw my head sticking out.  As he
rolled the dice for his move, I saw him see what I had
just seen. He'd spotted my mushroom cock head hard and
moving as it bounced slowly in excitement as I waited
for him to discover me.  The dice landed but he just
stared and forgot to move his racing car the right
number of spaces.

     I chuckled and said, "Did you want to move?"

     He blushed and replied, "Oh yeah" as he slowly
moved his piece but kept his eyes riveted on my cock.
He even landed on the wrong space.

     "You may want to recount that."  I laughed
inwardly. I definitely had his attention and interest
it seemed.

     As he recounted and moved the correct number of
spaces, he said again, "Man, it's still hot in here."

     "Want a Coke or some ice water?"

     "Sure."  I stood with my gym shorts tenting
profusely in front of me.  I had no small cock even at
age 16 it was the full length it would ever be.  My
face was red despite my very distinct intentions.  I
was so nervous.  I filled the glasses with ice and
poured the Coke returning to the den.  My shorts
refused to relent any.  As I entered the room with my
cock leading the way pointing under the shorts, I gasp
as I saw Bobby in only his underwear.  He'd changed
positions too so that he no longer was across the
board from me but was instead laying on his right side
directly off to my left. Both of us had Go on the
board directly in front of us.  There was certainly no
denying his level of excitement either.  His briefs
barely held in his hard cock. It was pointed off to
his left thigh in an upward direction.  The tip was
barely below the elastic waistband.  The wet spot
betrayed where the tip rested.

     I sat back down with my legs crossed in front of
me and handed Bobby his Coke.  He took a swig and set
it down right at my left knee brushing his hand on my
kneecap.  I felt a small charge go though me with his
light touch.  I don't know how it was possible for me
to get harder but I must have. My cock was now raising
my shorts up on my left leg and half its length was in
clear view as it bobbed up and down in excitement.  My
balls were in view as well.  Bobby didn't miss this
view. His face was no more than two feet away now as
he lay there gawking at my lap.  I was getting so
excited about the possibilities that a strand or two
of precum spider-webbed onto my hairy thigh.  I
watched as his cock throbbed beneath his briefs. His
own spot of precum grew larger and larger as it
expanded the briefs.  I noticed his balls outlined
beneath his rod nestled in the warm and secure pouch.

     The game was definitely moving more slowly now as
we watched each other's laps and bouncing cocks.
Chills of excitement continued to coarse thorough my
body.  Bobby reached for his glass and took another
sip while again rubbing the back of his hand against
my knee.  The touch alone was electric.  But this time
as he removed his hand from the glass, I watched as
his hand moved closer to my leg.

     "You have a lot of body hair" he half whispered,
half spoke as his hand rubbed the hairs on my thigh.
His touch was gentle and sensuous but it also seemed
innocent and exploring of something new to him.  "Is
your chest hairy too?"  I gave him my answer as I
slowly removed my tank top.  "Wow."  His hand moved
from my thigh to the center of my chest as he felt the
hair there.  His hand felt good on me slowly stroking
my chest hair.  "Do you have underarm hair?  Look, I
don't have much hair on my legs at all." He grimaced.

     I lifted my arm to answer him.  He stared blankly
then slowly his hand that was on my chest found its
way to my armpit. He gently tugged and rubbed them
playing there for moments but seemed longer.  He
raised his arm for me and showed me his pits were
bare.  He frowned.  Tentatively I reached out my
fingers and rubbed his hairless pits.  My cock bounced
and throbbed. He'd inadvertently found my biggest
fetish.  He noticed it and then his hand reached
towards it.  But it stopped short of touching it.  His
fingers scooped up the precum dripping from the snout
of it and touching on my leg hairs.  He accumulated
all that he could and slowly he moved his hand back
towards his body.  I watched him as he looked
seriously into my eyes.  His fingers went straight to
his lips then inserted themselves.  I saw his tongue
move forward to intercept the spider-like strands.
Our eyes stayed riveted as he sucked his fingers dry
of the cock snot.  My eyes wandered then to his
briefs. Fully one quarter of his brief's fronts were
transparent with his 14 year old juices.  My cock
bounced up and down with the thoughts that were racing
through my head. His last action of sucking on his
fingers told me something good was going to happen.
There no longer was any question on that.

     We were both shirtless now. He in his briefs
tenting the front of them like crazy and me in my gym
shorts with my cock sticking most of the way out the
leg now.  Bobby stood and clasped my hand into his
pulling me to my feet.  Here I was a full 6" to 8"
taller than he was and weighing more too.  But I
followed his lead.  We were standing face to face now.
 His hand grasped my hard cock which was still
protruding out the leg of the shorts even when I
stood.  The bed was only 3 feet away from us. He led
me by my cock to the bed. It throbbed terribly in his
hand. I'd not had someone else's hand on it since I
was 13 and being jacked off.  He got around behind me
pushing me face first onto the bed.  As he did so, his
hands grabbed both sides of my gym shorts and he
pantsed me as he pushed me forward to sprawl there
naked.

     "Close your eyes and keep them closed." I heard
him say.  I believe I would have done anything he
asked at this point. I was about to find out, truly, I
would.

     He reached under me and made my cock and balls
point downwards toward the foot of the bed and display
themselves between my legs which he stretched apart.
I felt his hands lightly rub on my cock and furry
balls. I was disappointed I had not seen him yet
naked.  I wondered what he felt like. I wanted to do
to him what he was doing to me.  I started to roll
over.

     "Lay still!"  He admonished.

     I was too scared to move. He was so in control.
It seemed like he had way more experience than I did
and here I was 2 years older than he was. It didn't
make sense to me. But, I admit, I had very little
experience. I didn't even know how blow jobs were
given and had only vaguely heard about anal sex, corn
holing I think is the word I'd heard but had no clue
what it meant.  I felt him on the bed between my
splayed legs.  His fingers gently stroked up and down
my cock and balls and along the inside of my thighs
tickling me but making me squirm with excitement too
wondering what he was doing.  I wanted to watch and
tried to turn my head around to do it.

     "Close your eyes I said."  He had an air of
insistence and command about him.  Grumpily I
complied and placed my head in my arms and closed my
eyes.  He continued to rub and massage me.  My legs.
My balls.  My cock.  My ass.  My back.  He was totally
relaxing me but stimulating me at the same time. I
can't really explain it.  It was moist.  It was wet.
It didn't feel like a finger.  Wet and warm. It was
invading the space between my ass cheeks as his hands
kneaded them.  My mind refused to let me think what I
KNEW that it was. The idea was gross and ugly.  The
thought was repugnant.  Yet, here it was.  I was
feeling one of the best feelings in my life as it
darted to touch my puckered hole.  I'd never felt such
sensations. NEVER.  The crevasse felt the appendage
run it's course. Up to the top then back to the
perineum and further to the ball sack. It stopped on
the tip of the cock most assuredly to lap up the
nectar leaking there.  It must have been a virtual
fountain by now.   Several times the moistness invaded
that winking eye. I felt it within me. I wished it
would go further, but obviously, it was restrained by
how it was attached to Bobby.

     "Don't move." He said again as I lay there. I had
not so much as moved a finger. It was far too
sensational.  I heard him pad to the other room
quietly.  I didn't know why. But he was back before I
could count to 6 if my wits had been counting.  I felt
him wiggle beside the bed then get back onto it.  His
hands resumed massaging my gluts but briefly.  They
stopped and I missed them.  I'd never been happier nor
more aroused.  Squish, Squish.  I heard.

     It was different this time.  It was wet and it
was firmer.  It was not warm and moist and soft.  It
was slightly cold, greasy and the appendage was
harder.  I could tell the difference now between his
tongue and his finger.  It rubbed up and down in my
crack but zeroed in on the rosebud making it very
slippery.  The feeling was becoming more normal to me.
 Something touching the sensitive mountains of my
asshole.

     Squish, Squish.  I heard it again. But there was
no finger rubbing up and down me this time.  Instead I
felt his chest land on the middle of my back.  His
arms ran up my sides into my hairy armpits where he
played with the hair there.  I wonder if he shared my
small fetish.  He felt good on me.  His chest inched
up my back.  I felt his teeth nibble and make small
bites between my shoulder blades then move up to my
shoulders.   It was at that point I felt something
start to creep slowly between my ass cheeks.  It was
slightly cold and wet like his finger had been.  I
momentarily got scared again. But he gently kept
playing in my pits exciting me to no end as his teeth
tenderly bit small bites and he kissed on my neck.  As
he started to lick my neck and make me moan, the
invader slipped further between my ass cheeks.  The
head crested the cheeks and landed at the entrance to
me.

    "NO!" I protested loudly.

     He simply responded quietly, almost in a whisper,
"Shhhhhhh. It's ok Jeff."

     He continued kissing my neck and back. Licking
all over me.  His hands now massaged in my pits.  His
cock head was slow but insistent.  He started to enter
me.  I moaned.  Not in pain, not in agony, but
certainly not because I liked it.  It was more a moan
of recognition if that is possible.  I felt his pelvis
lift slightly then move back down on my ass.  His
cock, of course, followed it.  I loosened from my
resisting ass lips then moved in again.  He kept this
up over and over. He seemed in no hurry whatsoever.
Any pain I felt disappeared quickly as he withdrew
each time.  Only to be replaced by a more insistent
throbbing member upon its return.

     It was amazing. I felt the head in me now.  I
would have never guessed this possible nor desirable.
It certainly was not a good feeling yet.  But I wanted
to see what would happen. God knows he had been my
fantasy long enough. I was determined to let it play
itself out as long as I was not suffering.  Further
and further I felt it.  His balls were rubbing on my
ass cheeks and occasionally would even bounce on my
own balls laying directly beneath his. It was
uncomfortable with my cock continuing to point down
towards the footboard.  I raised us both slowly with
no objection from Bobby and allowed it to spring
against my happy trail.  When I did this, his cock
buried itself what must have been all the way within
me.  I gasped for air and let out a small yelp.  I
heard him giggle as I lay back down hoping for relief.
But, he followed me down. The cock was pubic hair
deep into me now. There was no stopping or turning
back it seemed. I felt his short curls on my ass
cheeks just before I felt his balls start to bounce
back and forth against my ass over and over.  His full
cock length was now thrusting deeply within me.  The
feeling intensified. The pain totally disappeared.  I
heard the "Whap, whap" of our bodies separating and
then rejoining.  Bobby's breathing syncopated with
mine and we gasped for air.  The most pleasurable
feeling began to occur. It was an electric shock of
sorts that kept happing each time his was fully and
deeply within me.  The tip of his cock must be
generating something special.

     "Oh Gawd."  I screamed in total pleasure.

     "Take me Jeff, take me."  He cried in unison.
"This is for you."  He grunted as he slammed the
hardest into me yet.  It seemed still deeper... I felt
it.  His cum was pistoning into the inside of my
rectum.  I felt it spurt.  "Oh shit." I heard him
bellow.  Another squirt lashed into me.  I could feel
his seed splash on my insides.  It made me crazy.

     "Come in me Bobby.  Come in me."  I exclaimed.
And he did.  Five more squirts found my warm welcoming
rectum.  He was filling me full of his cum.

     I'd never had such an experience in my 16 year
life. This certainly had exceeded any of the fantasies
I had had since seeing his cock on the toilet that
day.  Speaking of which, I'd still not see it
unsheathed today.  I pulled myself out from under him
my cock still harder than granite.  It stayed glued to
my tummy it was so hard.  He just looked at me.
Without a word, he rolled onto his back with his legs
over the side of the bed and grabbed my body pulling
it close to him with me standing up beside him and the
bed.  He reached for a bottle and I heard the sound
again.

     Squish, Squish.  He put the hand lotion from the
pump into his hand. He rubbed some in his ass crack
then wrapped my cock in his hand. I almost came
immediately.  He shoved a pillow under his ass with
the other hand then aimed my cock for his waiting
hole.  I didn't need instruction anymore.  Without
even thinking or caring, I buried my 7 inches deep
within him in one steady thrust.

     Bobby let out a gasp but didn't wince or cry nor
complain.  In three short strokes into his every so
tight ass, I was not filling his hole in return.  He
smiled and me and said,  "We're going to do this every
school day from now on."

     And we did.


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