Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 17:40:10 +0100 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: Bobby and I Chapter 1 Bobby and I Chapter 1 Bobby and I were both 13 years old when we discovered we were in love. We shared our homes freely, spending days and nights at each other's houses. It was unusual for us not to be together. When we slept over at each other's houses, we always shared a bed, since both of us had only one bed in our respective bedrooms. We had been best of friends for several years, learning about masturbation, mutual masturbation, oral and anal sex, from our friends at school. We also learned that there were boys who didn't like girls. They liked other boys. They were called queers or fags, and most people found them disgusting, and avoided them. They liked going into detail about how queers sucked dick and let boys fuck them. I always wondered how those boys knew all that sex stuff. One weekend early in the summer of 1967, Bobby was spending the week at my house. We had made plans to go out on the boat, swimming in the backyard pool and generally just spending time together. One day when my parents had left for work, we were in the pool. Bobby told me he needed to talk to me. We got out and sat at the patio table. I got us sodas from the bar fridge, and asked him what was up. He looked very concerned and serious. I figured something must be wrong. He started the conversation by telling me that I would probably never want to see him again after he finished telling me what he needed to say. I couldn't imagine what he had to tell me that was so bad. He sat back in his chair, took a sip of the soda, and told me that he was a queer and he was in love with me. He told me that he was finding it difficult to hide his feelings towards me. I don't know if the look on my face was one of shock or disbelief, but Bobby started to cry. Between sobs, he told me he understood that I didn't want him around any longer. I found myself tearing up, I felt his pain; it was the same as mine. I had been hiding my feelings towards him for quite some time too. I got up from the table and walked around to him. I put my hands under his arms, and lifted him to a standing position. He told me I didn't need to throw him out, that he would leave on his own. I looked him in the eyes, smiled, and pulled him to me, planting a kiss on his trembling lips. I felt his knees give way, and I sat him back down on the chair. I gave him time to recover from the shock of my kiss, and then I told him that I suspected he had feelings towards me. I told him I had noticed his erections when we swam together, when we were getting ready for bed, and anytime we sat close together. He looked stunned that I had noticed. I told him I was surprised that he never noticed my erections at inappropriate times; I figured he was too worried about hiding his erections from me. I told him that I had figured out I was queer about a year ago, but didn't know how to tell him. At that time I wasn't sure if he was queer or not, and I didn't want to lose his friendship by admitting I had feelings for him, so I had kept them hidden. We sat quietly sipping our sodas and not saying much to each other. The magnitude of our revelations was overwhelming us. When the reality of the situation finally set in, I realised that life would never be the same for either one of us. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Bobby finally recovered, and asked me, "Ok, what we do now?" I looked back at him and said, "We take it one step at a time from here, until we figure it out. It`s not like we could just go and ask our parents." The afternoon sun was becoming quite uncomfortable, and we were both dripping sweat on everything. We quickly moved inside, and I suggested that we should shower. Bobby agreed and told me I could go first. I said, "Are you nuts? I want to shower with you. I have never seen you naked and I want to." Bobby blushed at my remark, and said, "I want to see you naked too." We went up to my bedroom, which was directly across from the bathroom. Since we were both wore the same sized clothes, I got us both clean clothes from the closet along with clean underwear and socks. I laid them out on the bed so we could dress after showering. With everything ready for the shower, I stripped off my swimsuit. I stood there naked in front of Bobby. He stared at me for a moment before I asked him, "What's the matter, you never seen a naked boy before?" He found his voice, and told me, "I am the only naked boy I have ever seen." He then pointed to my penis and asked, "Why don't you have a head on your dick?" I told him, "I do, but that I also have an extra piece of skin that slides over it, keeping it covered." He looked at me in disbelief, so I pulled my foreskin back, showing him that I did indeed have a head. He asked me, "Where is my extra skin? ", and I told him that most boys have it cut off when they are born. Then he asked why they didn't cut mine off. I told him that my father didn't tell the doctor to cut it off. I asked him if he was planning to shower in his swimsuit. He looked me in the eye and said, "No dummy, I'm going to take it off, but I am embarrassed, because my dick is smaller than yours." I told him not to worry about dick size that dicks came in all sizes. He slipped his swimsuit off, and I got my first look at his naked body. He had a nice body, and his dick was smaller than mine was, but not by much. We went into the bathroom and started the shower. When we climbed into the shower, I told Bobby I wanted to wash him. He laughed and said no one had washed him since he was five years old. I grabbed the shampoo, and started to wash his hair. Oh, God it felt wonderful to have my hands on him. I instantly popped a boner. I rinsed his hair and got the soap to wash the rest of him. I started at his neck and worked my way down. When I reached his navel, I heard him intake a sharp breath. I took that as a good sign and grabbed his dick. My plan was to get him hard and masturbate him. When my hand touched him, he immediately got hard. My hand was stroking up and down and Bobby started to grunt and moan. I increased the speed, and he told me, "If you don't stop, I'm gonna cum." I I said to him, "Cum whenever you're ready," and kept increasing the speed. He started thrusting into my hand as it slid up and down his dick. I felt his dick start to pulse, and get even harder. He let out a gasp, and hollered, "I'm cumming!" His cum shot out of his dick like bullets from a gun, spraying the walls, the floors and me. I kept pumping him until he finally told me the head was too sensitive to touch anymore. He said, "That was the best cum I have ever had. It felt incredible having someone else jack me off." I told him I was glad I had been able to make him feel so good. I quickly finished washing his front side, and then I turned him around so I could wash his back. I again started at his neck and worked my way down. When I reached his ass, I massaged his cheeks while I washed him. I soaped up his cleft, and scrubbed it good. I thought about sticking my finger into his boyhole, since I always pushed a finger in mine while showering, but wasn't sure how he would react. I asked if he was ready to get out and dry off while I finished showering. He looked at me and said, "Oh not so fast, now it's my turn to wash you." He washed me and when he reached my dick, he masturbated me. I was amazed at the feelings his stroking my dick caused. In record time, I was hollering, "I'm cumming!" and cum was spraying all over the place. I also let Bobby keep stroking me until my dick was too sensitive to be touched anymore. He turned me around and began washing my back. When he got to scrubbing my cleft, I asked him to soap up his finger and stick it in my butt. I explained that I loved the feeling. He did as I asked. I also asked him to push it in and pull it out as if his was fucking me. He did, and I got hard again. After a few strokes, I told him he could pull it out. He asked where I learned that little trick, and I told him I saw my brother doing it in the shower one time when he hadn't closed the bathroom door. He then asked me, "Why didn't you do it to me?" I told him I didn't know if he would like it or not. He told me that next time we showered; I needed to do it to him. We got out of the shower, grabbed our towels, and ran across the hall into the bedroom. Since no one else was at home, we didn't bother closing the door. We discussed at great lengths how good it felt to have someone else jacking us off. We agreed we had never felt anything like it before. More importantly, we wanted it to happen again. We stood facing each other as we dried off. I commented on how nice Bobby's body was, and he returned the compliment. Before the conversation could go any farther, we heard my Mom and Dad coming in from work. We quickly dressed and went downstairs to the family room to play pool. While we played, we talked about our feelings toward each other as well as our feelings about the shower and jack off session we had just experienced. I told him I didn't feel guilty about what we had done, that something that felt so amazing couldn't be bad. He agreed. I told him that when we went to bed, I wanted us to sleep naked so we could jack each other off again. He said he liked that idea. My brother came in, and our conversation stopped. He asked if he could join us and we both told him yes. We had only played a couple of games, when Mom hollered that dinner was ready. We all headed to the dining room. We finished eating, and Bobby and I helped clear the dishes from the table. My brother Tony was 17, and he told Mom he was going out with his friends and would be home late. He didn't have a curfew because of his age. Mom told him to have a good time. Bobby and I went to watch television for a while before bedtime. During the summer, we were allowed to stay up until 10PM. When our show was over, Bobby and I excused ourselves and went up to bed. When we got to my room, I closed the door. Then I got pajamas out for both of us. I threw a set at Bobby and told him to put them on. He said, "I thought we were sleeping naked so we can jack off." I told him we were, but first we had some business to take care of. We got into the jammies and I opened the door. I motioned at Bobby to follow me. I led us down the hall to Tony's room. We slipped in, closing the door behind us. I turned on a light, and went straight for Tony's mattress. His sheet had a lot of cum stains on it. I lifted it up, and pulled several porn magazines out. We sat on the bed looking at them, and Bobby asked if any of them showed cock sucking or ass fucking. I told him they did and started flipping through the pages to the parts he wanted to see. We paid close attention to the girls sucking dicks, and the men ass fucking them. Bobby wanted to know if queers did it the same way. I told him I wasn't sure, but that we could try it and find out. When we finished looking, I put the magazines back, and we hurried back to my room. We got out of the jammies, and got into bed. It felt somewhat strange having a naked person in bed with me, but I definitely liked it. I started running my hands all over Bobby, and his dick was soon fully erect. He tried to do the same to me, but I stopped him, saying, "I want to make you feel good first, then you can do it to me." I started by kissing him, and then worked my way to his nipples. I sucked on them just the men in the magazines had done to the women. I moved down to his navel, and kissed and licked it. Next, I took hold of his dick and started to pump it up and down. He responded with moans of pleasure. After a few minutes of pumping, his started thrusting his hips up, fucking my hand. I decided to take the next step, and slid my mouth over his cock. I took as much in as I could and sucked like a lunatic. Bobby continued pumping his hips, but now he was loudly gasping and moaning in intense pleasure. I tightened my lips around his cock and sucked even harder. He started rolling back and forth, and he loudly said, "If you don't want a mouth full of cum, you better get my cock out of your mouth." I took a moment to think, and decided I would let him cum in my mouth to see what it was like. In less than 30 seconds, his body went stiff, his dick expanded, and his cum was filling my mouth. I tried to hold it all in my mouth, planning to spit it out, but ended up swallowing several times. He continued shooting cum into my mouth for another minute. His cum didn't taste bad, so I was able to finish swallowing what was left in my mouth. When he finished, he collapsed backward on the mattress breathing heavily. I licked all the remaining cum off his cock, and then I licked his balls just for fun. I had managed to use just about every technique we had seen in the magazines. I needed to pee, and went out to the bathroom. My dick was hard, and I was having a tough time peeing. When it finally went soft, I pulled back the foreskin and I was able to pee. When I finished, I shook off the last couple of drops, and pulled the foreskin back up and went back to bed. I climbed into bed, and expected Bobby to start jacking me off. I was definitely wrong. He had rolled on to his side and fallen into a deep sleep. I thought about waking him up, but finally decided against it. I lay back on my pillows, and stroked my cock, slowly pushing and pulling my foreskin up and down my hard shaft. I kept increasing the speed until I felt myself-ready to shoot my load. With cum rag in hand, I shot my load onto it. I put the rag away after cleaning my dick off. I then turned the lights off and got comfortable. I drifted off to sleep thinking about Bobby's cum filling my mouth, and how it tasted. This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt If you enjoy reading Nifty stories, please consider donating: https://donate.nifty.org/