Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2010 12:48:25 -0600
From: Scott Fricker <ftl_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blowing Bobby

Missouri summers have a tendancy of being uncomfortably hot and sticky. The
night I gave Bobby Eufinger a blow job was no exception. It was inside a
two-man puptent we'd set up in his backyard one night shortly before the
start of seventh grade. We were both twelve at the time. Bobby was blonde
and blue-eyed with a puggish nose that featured about a dozen or so small
freckles. His hair was shorn close to the neck with a shock of unruly,
cornsilk yellow hair that sprouted from the top of his head and fell across
his forehead. He was an athletic boy who enjoyed baseball and swimming on
our neighborhood swim team. I hated baseball, but loved to swim, and
especially loved wearing the sexy, tight speedos we had to wear when
competing. In contrast to Bobby's blondeness, I had shiney black hair,
brown eyes and olive complexion. Although I was from German ancestry, like
Bobby, I was often mistaken for Italian. My hair was longer than Bobby's
and I wore it parted down the center as was popular then. I had a gangly,
skinny build, although all of the hours I'd spent at the pool that summer
had given me a nicely dimpled set of prepubescent abs. People told me I was
cute, and I suppose I thought I was too, but Bobby was the type of boy who
made my constantly inflating twelve year old boy penis rise to full
erection. I wished I had his blonde hair and his blue eyes which reminded
me of the way the water at the pool looked. I also admired the way Bobby
seemed to fill out the pouch of his Speedos more than mine.

Up until this point, I had never seen Bobby's penis, but was hungrily
wanting to compare. That summer my penis had started to get bigger and I
had started to get a faint, pubic mustache around the base of my boy cock,
but as yet had not been able to ejaculate. I wondered if Bobby was making
sperm and wondered if, like myself, he rubbed it against his mattress until
he got the warm itching tingle feeling in his dick. I loved that feeling
and got it every morning when I humped the bed.

It was the summer of the 72 Olympics and nearly all the boys in our
neighborhood, both competitive and noncompetive swimmers, were wearing the
stars/bars patterned speedo worn by Mark Spitz.

On the night in question, Bobby and I were both wearing our olympic
speedos. The night air was uncomfortably close within the puptent as I lay
on my side watching Bobby sleeping. He was laying on his back, one arm
placed under his head and one arm laying slack beside his body. I lay on my
side, my head propped up in the palm of my hand, watching him sleep as the
light from a full moon provided ample illumination to take in the view. My
twelve year old penis was as erect as I could ever remember it being. The
sight of Bobby nearly naked, so close to me, and unaware of my staring
gaze, made me feel incredibly horny. I found myself fondling myself as I
took in every inch of his body, especially that area of his body hidden
beneath the clinging material of the red, white and blue swim
racers. Whether by intention or by accident, Bobby wore the tightest suit
on the team. I remember always being fascinated by how skimpy the suit was
and how it seemed to appear almost as a second skin. In the angular light
of the moonlight, I could easily make out the contours of his boyhood
resting on its side, looking as if it were sleeping, resting its head upon
the pillow formed by his ballsack. I watched Bobby's flat, toned muscular
boy tummy expanding and deflating as he breathed in slow relaxed
breaths. My horniness was getting the better of me. Taking one last glance
at Bobby's face and seeing his lips parted, obviously sound asleep, my
right hand left its perch along my outer leg and reached across the narrow
gap between my body and his. With my index finger extended, I softly felt
the silky feel of the nylon material covering Bobby's flaccid penis,
feeling the warmth from his boy pud radiating through the thin material of
the suit. Bobby's penis flinched as my fingertip traced the macaroni noodle
curve of his soft boy shaft. I quickly looked to make sure Bobby was still
asleep. My other hand was kneading my hard dick from the outside of my
speedos, gently pressing my groin forward into my down turned palm, feeling
hard flexes in my penis as my manual stimulation made me feel hornier and
hornier. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Bobby's penis come
alive. My heart pounded as I watched the soft downward curve of his penis
hidden by the clinging nylon of his suit begin to elongate and swell,
growing longer and thicker. Oh my god, I thought, he's getting a boner!

I practically moaned as I watched the incredibly hot sight of his boyhood
making spastic upward twitches until his supine, flaccid penis became an
angular jut that pointed straight up towards his cute squiggly outie belly
button. At the point he reached full expansion, Bobby's shaft made a
spastic lurch that looked almost as if it were nodding hello. His hard-on
reminded me of the puptent in which we slept, the ridge of his shaft
creating a tented effect within the skimpy chevron of his suit.

I was no longer satisfied seeing that erection hidden by the
speedo. Satisfied that Bobby was a sound sleeper, I quickly found the
courage to dig out the drawstrings that just barely poked beyond the
stretchy give of the suit's waistband. Withdrawing the white nylon chord, I
was glad to find the chord unknotted. Given the tautness of Bobby's suit, I
doubt he ever needed to actually knot the chord anyway. At this point, I
wasn't aware that as I lightly touched Bobby earlier, he'd awakened. I also
wasn't aware that Bobby was as turned on by me as I was by him.

I now repositioned myself from laying on my side to kneeling. I carefully
and gentley hooked my thumbs inside Bobby's waistband, hooking each thumb
at the crevice formed by where two curved lines ran from his outer lower
tummy down into the suit. My eyes looked back at Bobby's face to see a wan
smile curving the corner of his lips. I wondered if he was dreaming, and
wondered if perhaps, given his erection, he was having a sexy dream. Even
though the speedo was skin tight, it was very stretchy, and I was relieved
to find descending the skimpy brief was turning out to not be a problem. I
licked my lips unconciously as I saw the golden sandy hue of his
end-of-summer tan transform into a milky pale. I blinked rapidly as I
finally saw his penis for the first time as the head and then the shaft and
then the puffy nutbag became visible. When the swim brief was just below
his nutsack I gentley withdrew my thumbs and took in the view.

Bobby's cock was so stiff I could see it throbbing with his heartbeats. His
head was a soft muted lavendar, the skin covering it looked drum tight, as
if he were so bloated he could pop like a balloon. Like his nose, it had a
puggish appearance. The front of his acorn-shaped glans buttressed where
the front formed near a puckered round piss slit. The encircling lip of his
circumcized glans facing his body was flared. His shaft still held that
elegantly thin girth of prepuberty. His shaft arched up from his balls like
the curved side of a scabbard blade, almost as if his penis were a soldier
jutting out his chest. His nutsack was nearly perfectly round, resembling a
very small peach with a contoured indention bisecting where the two small
marble sized nuts were held. His pubic mound had a soft swelling roundness
to it. That area of his groin beheld a gossamer appearance of fuzzy hairs
that appeared to just as blond as the soft hairs on his forearms. Not
pubes, but some peach fuzz. Much like the shadowy mustache that had
recently shown up on my own body.

With Bobby's swim briefs now gathered in a thin line around where his hips
became his pelvis, his puffy nutsack rested on top of where the inner white
nylon liner was exposed to view. I tenderly encircled the shaft of his
erection within a ring formed by my thumb and index finger. As I touched
him, Bobby's penis flexed and the lips of his bulbous tip flared. Bobby
made a soft almost imperceptible gasp and I watched his head twitch
slightly, but his eyes remained shut, and so I was convinced he was still
sleeping. His penis felt incredibly warm and rubbery dense. In contrast to
feeling so stiffy the surface of his skin felt velvetty smooth. My penis
was throbbing in almost painful excitement as I found lust taking over
better judgement. I pulled his penis up and away from his smooth loins,
feeling the tension in his pert little boner, which I judged to be about
three and a half inches from piss slit to hairless root, and feeling it
give a little spastic swell.

I had heard of blowjobs and I'd even fantasized whilst giving myself my
morning boner-twitchy about giving Bobby one. I wasn't going to pass up
this opportunity. I might never have another one. Consequences of what
might happen weren't even in the picture as my hornier-than-hell twelve
year old boy lust clouded all reason. I leaned down, centering my face
above Bobby's hairless crotch, breathing in the delicious potpouri of his
boyish smells, a combination of coppertone suntan lotion and the ripe
peachy musky of his hairless, dawning puberty. My tongue darted out from my
lips and swathed over Bobby's swollen tender dickhead. I heard Bobby moan
and his pubic mound arched up ever so slightly. My lips pressed down onto
his swollen head, feeling the spongey denseness of it and quickly slid down
his abbreviated little more than three inches. My tongue danced over the
surface of his hard little dick, enjoying the slightly salty taste of it,
probably the result of it having sweated within the cloyish nylon liner of
his speedos. Bobby began to breath in more audible breaths. At one point, I
heard him say, "Oh suck me, Jack!" and knew he was no longer
sleeping. Hearing his words, which came out sounding anxious and almost
pleading, was a relief for me as I now knew Bobby wanted to be sucked as
much as I wanted to suck him. His hips squirmed and his legs spread out,
the muscles in his tummy and in his thighs tensing and relaxing at
intervals. I would glide my lips up and down the shaft and then settle on
his cherry-sized helmet, swirling and twirling the slippery tip of my
tongue over the velvetty surface of his drum tight skin there. His breaths
would catch in his throat and he'd let out a little whimper of
pleasure. Occasionally it must have felt overwhelming to him, and he'd
mutter, 'no, ooooh please.' but then take in a breath and let it out with
an extended 'yesssssss'. His hips were becoming more kinetic and I became
aware that Bobby was beginning to make rocking movements, slowly and gently
fucking my mouth with his lil boy joystick. His breaths becoming more
ragged and out of rhythm, I noticed the dimples at the side of his tummy
becoming more visible as his body became more and more tense. "Oh, feels
like I'm inside girl!" Bobby announced rapidly and I felt his little pelvis
begin to piston up and down frantically. I now kept my head locked in place
and looked as far to my left as possible so as to see Bobby's face. His
head was now curled up from the sleeping bag and he looked down at me with
a look that, had i not known he was experiencing sheer pleasure, would have
been a look of fear. In retrospect, I now know it was because he was
feeling things he'd never felt in his body before and it was overwhelming
for him. Bobby's pantish breaths became tinged with a frantic quality and
he looked absolutely helpless to stop his now pistoning fast fucking of my
mouth. Suddenly, I felt his hands coming out and pushing down on the back
of my head. He pummelled into my mouth so hard that his hairless and now
sweaty pubic mound made wet slapping sounds as it hit the perimeter of my
mouth. His final throes lasted a good thirty seconds and just when I was
about to try to pull my head away his groin made one final upward lurch,
locking in shivering place and Bobby let out a surprised sounding high
pitched yelp as I felt his tender twelve year old cocklette literally dance
in quivering jolts against my tongue. UNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!!!!!!! came his
boyish cum grunt as my mouth felt a hard squirt of his spermless boy semen
splash against the roof of my mouth. UUUUUNGH, JACK!!!!! He grunted again
as I felt another burst and then another one accompanied with a helpless
sounding cum whimper. After his three bursts of sperm he whimpered like a
puppy, sounding as if he'd just been nipped by its mother. His dick dancing
in spastic stiff jerks that lasted for 30 seconds more before he collapsed
down onto the sleeping bag. As he collapsed, I found my own need to get off
suddenly overtaking me. I quickly descended his speedos down to his ankles
and told him to spread his knees. "Please, Bobby, let me pump you!" I
pulled my own speedos down to mid-thigh and laid on top of him, hornily
grinding against him. feeling his wet slippery penis, a combination of my
spit and what I would later find out to be his first ejaculation, creating
a delightful slippery lubrication. I pumped frantically, focusing on the
itchy tingling in my penis and deep inside my groin. I felt muscles
tethered at the base of my penis that spread up inside my groin towards my
tummy twisting and cording tightly. MMmmph Bobby MMMMpph Bobby I moaned and
whimpered as my slender hips bucked helplessly. Suddenly I felt my balls
tingling and tugging up tightly, feeling as though they could pull up into
my shaft and spit out the top of my dick and I yelped CAN'T HOLD IT!!!!!!!
For the first time in my life, just like my best friend, I felt the
stinging heat of my immature semen jolting up through my spasming urethra,
splattering clear watery squirts of my twelve year old spunk onto my best
friends tummy.

Afterwards, we lay next to each other, feeling each other up, our little
speedos still wrapped around our legs, breathlessly examining one anothers
hard slippery boy penises until Bobby asked if he could give me a blow
job. But, I'll save that for another time.

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