Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2013 01:02:56 +0100 From: Lamort DeLioncourt Subject: bobby and i chapter 5 Bobby and I Chapter 5 When I woke up, I was lying on my back, and my cock was deliciously wet and warm. I assumed Bobby had woke before me and decided to wake me with a blowjob. I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at the ceiling. I felt a slight bite on my dick and looked down to reprimand Bobby for a sloppy blowjob. I was in shock when I saw it was Billy, licking my dick and trying to take it in his mouth. I asked him what he was doing, he pulled off my cock, and he said quite bluntly, "Learning to put your dickie in my mouth." I told him I thought he should talk to Bobby about that before he started taking dickies in his mouth. I also told him he should learn to take circumcised dickies in his mouth first. He said he didn't know what that was. I again directed him to Bobby for answers. He climbed off me, moved over, and got on top of Bobby. He woke Bobby up, and immediately started bombarding him with questions. Bobby told him to hold on and give him a chance to wake all the way up before questions started. We both crawled out of bed, and went naked to the kitchen to put the coffee on. It was only 5 AM, and his parents wouldn't be up for at least another hour and a half. With the coffee done and poured, we took our cups back to the family room. Billy had awakened the other boys. They were all sitting up covered only with the sheets up to their waists. We went back over to our mattress, sat down and covered with the sheet. As we sipped our coffee, Billy started in with the questions. Bobby finally decided he was awake enough to start providing answers. Bobby started with asking Billy to tell the other boys about what he had seen yesterday, and Billy told us he already had. Bobby asked Bruce what Billy said, trying to determine what Billy really saw. Bruce said that Billy had told them that he saw us kissing and slipping our tongues into each other's mouths. He also told them he had watched us take each other's dickies in our mouths, and play with them until we got the "good feeling". He also told them about the great hand job he had gotten from me. Bobby asked the boys what specifically they wanted to know about what Billy had told them. Bruce wanted to know why we were kissing and putting our tongues into each other's mouths. Bobby told him that when two people had special feelings for each other they kissed like that. Bruce then said that he thought that only a boy and a girl kissed like that. Bobby told him that some boys had special feelings for other boys and they did it too. He also touched on the subject of queers and fags, and that he shouldn't discuss the things, he sees us do with anyone else. Brian had the next question, he said, "Did you really put each other's dickies in your mouths?" I answered this time, by telling him yes, we did, and boys called it, sucking. Brian then asked if Bobby and I shot the white stuff out of our dickies, like the boys at school told him. I told him yes we both could cum, and it made the "good feeling", feel great. Most boys called the white stuff cum or spunk. His next question was did we let each other shoot cum into our mouths. The reply was an immediate yes. Billy had one more question; he wanted to know about the word I told him earlier this morning. Bobby looked at me and I told him "circumcised". Bobby explained that all boys were born with extra skin covering the end of their dickies. He said some boys had it cut off when they were babies, and some didn't. They all looked somewhat confused, so I stood up and dropped the sheet. I gave them a quick lesson in circumcision, and finally pulled back my foreskin to show them I was just like them. Billy's last question, was did cutting the skin off his dickie hurt. Bobby told him no. The boys were quiet for a short time, and then Billy said to no one in particular, "I want to suck dickie". Bruce and Brian both whipped their dicks out from under the sheet, and waved them at Billy. Bobby told them to put them away for now, that Mom and Dad hadn't left for work yet, and her sons sucking dickies was something Mom didn't need to see. Bobby sent everyone up to get dressed, and that included us. Bobby got us out some nice shorts and t-shirts, and clean socks and underwear. I must have wrinkled my nose when he handed me the briefs, because he said, "Its Dad's rule; if you are dressed to go out of the house, you must have underwear on." I took them and put them on, when Bobby said that sometimes his Dad would pull the waistband on the shorts to see if they were wearing underwear. We went over to the boy's room, and found that they had not yet put any clothes on. Billy was sucking on Bruce's dick, and Bobby walked up behind him and cuffed him on the back of the head. He must have bit down, because Bruce hollered in pain. Bobby grabbed both of them and reminded them about the fact that Mom and Dad were still home. He then explained that not everyone thought it was okay for boys to suck boys. If their friends found out, they would make fun of them, call them names, and never play with them again. By this time, Billy looked like he was going to cry, so Bobby scooped him up in his arms. Bobby told him that telling others about what went on in the house was a bad thing. He asked Billy if he understood, and Billy nodded his head yes. The boys quickly finished dressing and we herded them down stairs. We got them to the kitchen table. Bobby had Brian get the milk, and asked Bruce to get the cereal. He told Billy to get the pop tarts. With everything assembled, breakfast began. With the cereal in the bowls, and the milk added, Billy put the pop tarts in the toaster to warm. The boys sat down and started eating. Once we got the pop tarts on the table, we sat down with the boys. As we were finishing breakfast, Bobby's parents came in for coffee. They said they overslept and had to get going. His Mom thanked us for feeding the boys, as she headed out the door. We got the boys to help us clear the table and get the dishes into the sink. We went to the family room to let they boys watch television, and on the way, Bobby remembered that it was Friday, and Mrs. Hardy would be in the house all day. She cleaned the house three days a week, more often if Mom thought it needed it. Bobby reminded the boys that Mrs. Hardy would be in, and they had to clean up their personal messes. They got the sheets up from the mattresses on the floor, and carried them to the laundry room for Mrs. Hardy to wash. Next, they pulled the mattresses down to the basement where they were stored. Bobby had them run the vacuum, to pick up the food crumbs they had gotten all over the place. They had just put the vacuum away when we heard Mrs. Hardy knock at the front door, and let herself in. The boys ran over to greet her, with hugs and kisses. They thought of her as a grandmother not a housekeeper. Mrs. Hardy first came to work for the family, when Bobby was born and his Mom wanted help around the house. His parents had never seen any reason to let her go when the baby got older. She cleaned and did pretty much anything she wanted to do. When she was in, she always made lunch for the boys if they weren't in school. She always changed the bed linens on Friday, which was why Friday was her busiest laundry day. She headed for the kitchen for coffee and to see what kind of mess we had left her. The boys followed her. She always engaged them in conversation and never talked down to them. She asked if they had any plans for the day, and Brian said they were spending the day swimming naked in the pool. She smiled at them, reached into her mammoth purse, and got out the Coppertone. She told them they had better use it or they might burn parts of them that they really didn't want to burn. Mrs. Hardy didn't have a problem with the boys being naked; she had taken care of all of them since they were born. The boys didn't seem to care if she saw them naked. She knew we would be supervising the boys, so she asked if Bobby and I would also be naked. Bobby told her we would. Mrs. Hardy chuckled, and told us to keep towels by us if we were sitting around, that she would open the patio door and let us know when she was coming out, so we could cover ourselves. Mrs. Hardy asked all of us if we had any dirty clothes scattered around the house, and we told her no, we had gotten them all to the laundry this morning. She asked us to strip our beds, and bring the linen down to the laundry room. All the kids ran to do as she asked. With that chore done, the boys asked if they could go out to the pool, and she smiled and nodded yes. By the time we made it out to the pool, the boys were all there, and naked. Bobby told them to fold up their clothes and put them in the cabana. They folded them up and raced to the end of the pool to put them in the cabana. This way, when they finished and were ready to go inside, they could use the poolside shower, and get dressed in the cabana. That way no mess went into the house. With clothes put away, we lined the boys up to Coppertone them. We made sure to get it all over them, especially their boy parts. By the time we finished smearing the lotion around, they all had stiffies. They all went straight into the pool, and were splashing and giggling in no time. Bobby and I took the opportunity to go down to the cabana, get out of our clothes, and grab towels for everyone. When we got back to the pool with the towels, the boys were jumping off the diving board, swimming to the shallow end, getting out and doing it all over again. They were having a great time. Bobby and I slipped into the water in the shallow end, and leaned back against the side of the pool, which allowed us to watch the boys. They continued to play non-stop. Bobby moved over to me, so his flank was touching mine. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him. I looked over at him, and he kissed me. I wanted more than just a kiss, and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I spent a minute exploring the inside of his mouth, and then I sucked his tongue as if it was a cock. He withdrew his tongue and broke the kiss. He looked me straight in the eye, and said to me, "Damn, you're horny as hell!" I nodded my head in agreement, and asked him if that was a problem. He said he wasn't sure, because he didn't know what we could get away with doing out here in the pool. As we climbed out of the pool, I saw that Bobby had a full hard-on. I had a slight chubby. We went over to the deck chairs where we laid out the towels to warm and grabbed a couple, before heading to the patio table. We raised the umbrella to get some shade, and made ourselves comfortable. Just after we sat down, we heard the patio doors opening, and Mrs. Hardy's announcement of fresh lemonade headed our way. Bobby and I both took the opportunity to cover our laps with our towels. The boys hurried over, and stood around the table waiting for Mrs. Hardy. She arrived with the lemonade in a large plastic pitcher, and had five plastic glasses on the serving tray, each filled with ice. She placed the tray on the table, and poured lemonade for all of us. Neither the boys nor Mrs. Hardy seemed uncomfortable with their nudity. Bruce and Brian's dicks were soft, but Billy had a full stiffy. We all drank our lemonade, while chatting with Mrs. Hardy. When she turned to go back into the house, she asked what we wanted for lunch. The vote was unanimous for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She told us she would bring lunch out in about an hour. The boys finished their lemonade, and went back into the pool. Bobby and I followed them. The cool water felt good on our naked skin, and we moved over to a corner of the shallow end. As we leaned against the side of the pool, Bobby again moved over to me, his flank touching mine. I felt his hand on the top of my thigh, and let out a soft moan. I liked the feel of his hand on me. He wasted no time, in sliding his hand down into my crotch. I spread my legs farther apart to give him better access. He wrapped his hand around my dick, and began stroking it. In a matter of seconds, I was fully erect. I was enjoying the feelings associated with underwater masturbation. It was a completely new sensation. I thought about masturbating bobby, but decided instead to enjoy what he was doing for me. I started to feel the build up, and asked Bobby to stop. I told him I wanted to cum while performing 69. He said he understood and took his hand away turning me around so I was facing the patio doors. He started to massage my butt cheeks, and it felt good. Soon I was lying with my chest on the pool decking. As he worked my butt, I began to spread my legs. Soon he was rubbing several fingers up and down my cleft, allowing each pass to rub against my boyhole. I was enjoying the stimulation, and actually wanted more. He moved up behind me, and began to rub his hard cock up and down my cleft. I was really getting into it. I started to wonder if he planned to fuck me. Even though we hadn't seen it done, we knew that the dick went in the asshole, followed by much thrusting, grunting, and moaning. I felt him lean his chest on to my back, and I thought he was going to do it. The humping continued at an increased rate, and his was moaning. I knew his was close to cum shooting. Without warning, I felt his cum shoot across my back. It felt warm and delightful. When he finished shooting, he again leaned his chest across my back and rubbed the hot cum into our skin. When he finally released me, I could feel his soft cock sliding down my back and butt. He lifted himself off me, and splashed pool water over my back, causing the hot cum to wash away into the pool. He gave himself a quick dick wash as he backed away from me. I turned to smile at him, and saw Billy sitting on the side of the pool watching us. I looked at Bobby and pointed at Billy so he would notice him. Bobby asked him what he was doing, and he explained that Bruce and Brian were rubbing each other on the other side of the pool, and what we were doing looked much more interesting. He asked why Bobby was lying on my back, and why was he washing cum off my back. Bobby explained that instead of having me rub his dick, he decided to rub it on my back to change the feelings. It had felt so good, that he had shot cum and needed to clean me up when he was done. Billy asked if it was okay to have cum in the pool, and Bobby assured him that it was fine. When Billy headed off to join the other boys, I asked Bobby if he had intended to dry hump me. He said no, that he was sorry. His dick just got the better of his logical thinking. I told him I was fine with it, and was actually hoping he was going to fuck me. He looked at me and said, "Damn, I knew I should have stuck it in you." I just laughed. We again heard the patio door, and Mrs. Hardy announcing lunch. We went out to the pool and walked over to the patio table. We had just sat down when she arrived at the table, and hadn't had time to cover with our towels. Fortunately, neither of us had a hard-on. She looked at both of us and handed us our towels. Bobby finally decided to ease the situation by saying, "So have I changed much since you last changed my diapers?" She said, "Yes, you have grown into quite a big boy." He smiled. She told us she was unable to find the peanut butter, so she had substituted cold roast beef sandwiches, with potato salad and cold asparagus with lemon butter. She had also made fresh iced tea. She set the table and served us. The boys liked the roast beef and thanked her. Bobby and I also thanked her. She told us she would be back later for the dishes. We finished our lunch, and Bobby told the boys we were going to take the dishes in to Mrs. Hardy. They complained a little, but did it anyway. I noticed as we carried the plates into the house, that the boy's skin was turning a light shade of pink. I pointed it out to Bobby and he nodded. When we got the dishes into the kitchen, he announced to the boys that they were starting to burn and we would spend the rest of the afternoon watching cartoons. They were disappointed, but had no choice. They ran to the family room, and pulled out the mattresses. Sheets and pillows were next. The boys bedded down, and Bobby and I took off our towels and sat on the sofa, covering with a light blanket. A combination of sun, water, and strenuous activity, combined to make the boys tired, and within 20 minutes, they were all asleep on the floor. Mrs. Hardy came in to check on us, and told us she was closing the door, since she would be vacuuming the rest of the house soon. When she left, Bobby and I got down on the remaining unoccupied mattress and got comfortable. We changed the channel on the television to an old movie. I slid over to Bobby and we started making out after checking to make sure the boys were asleep. The kisses were hot, the tongue swapping erotic, and the groping of boy parts was enjoyable. We were both rock hard. Without a word, Bobby started to roll me on to my side and massage my butt cheek. His hands were warm and it felt exciting to me. He spooned up close to me, and kissed my neck and licked my ear. That action sent shivers down my spine, and directly to the tip of my dick. After a minute of these incredible sensations, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me. I told him I didn't mind trying, but we really didn't know how to do it. While nibbling on my ear, he said, "How tough can it be? Dick goes in ass and rubbing starts." I had to laugh at his simplistic explanation. I reminded him we didn't have any lube, and the shower was a long way away. Without saying anything, he slid his finger down my cleft. I could feel the cold lube on it. I looked over to see what he had, and he showed me the tube of Coppertone. I laughed, and told him it was obvious that he was planning to fuck me this afternoon. He responded by saying, "After the dry rub in the pool, I want the real thing now." With that, he proceeded to rub me even faster. Each time his finger glided over my boyhole my sphincter clamped down and my dick got harder. Finally after enough rubbing, he concentrated his efforts on my boyhole. He added more lube to his finger and went straight for the boyhole. He attempted to force his finger into me, and I told him it hurt when he did that. He backed off, and began more of a soft massage at the entrance. After about five minutes, he was able to work his whole finger inside of me. My sphincter was clamping and unclamping with every move of his finer. He finally pushed forward enough to hit that special spot deep inside me. When he rubbed it and pushed against it, my dick throbbed and swelled. We learned later that the sweet spot was really a prostate gland. He rolled me over a bit more, until I was finally on my stomach. I had to reach down and adjust my dick, so I could be comfortable. He continued to finger fuck me, adding lube anytime I seemed to be getting dry. He asked if I though he should add a second finger to the mix, and I told him to add enough fingers to equal the width of his cock. That way, his cock was sure to fit without killing me. He took a minute to measure his dick with his fingers, and he determined that his dick was the width of his first and second fingers. He then used this combination to stuff into my boyhole. Five minutes of gentle stretching and massage had me begging him to put his cock in me. I was desperate to find out what it would feel like to have a real cock in me. As he withdrew his fingers, he added more lube to my cleft and boyhole. He leaned back away from me and I could see him slathering the Coppertone on his dick. When he finished lubing up, he came over and straddled me, putting a knee on each side of me, against my hips. He leaned forward, and I felt his cock sliding down my cleft. He rubbed his dick up and down my cleft, grazing my boyhole with every thrust. When I couldn't take the teasing any longer, I hissed at him to put it in me. He laughed at me, and adjusted his body alignment. When his dick was lined up with my boyhole, I felt the head touch, and then Bobby pushed in against my sphincter. There was a moment of sharp pain as the head penetrated me, but it was immediately replaced with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure which grew as he continued his slide into me. My sphincter spasmed repeatedly, clenching his cock and stopping his forward motion until it relaxed and released him. He was then able to continue his plunge. In less than a minute, I could feel his pubic hair against my ass cheeks, and his nutsack slapping against mine. Once he realised he was balls deep, he ceased all movement, taking time to enjoy the feel of my hot ass. I could feel the head of his dick pulsing against my prostate. After the brief pause, he began the sweet push pull action my ass had been so craving. He would pull out until just the head was in, and then forcefully push back in until he hit my prostate. I was so excited, that I could feel the precum dripping from my rigid cock. Every hit to my prostate caused a spasm of my dick, which forced more precum out. Bobby managed to control himself for about five minutes, before the grunting and groaning started. His breathing became ragged, and his thrusting speed increased. I could feel his cock expanding and pulsing inside me, and soon I felt the wash of hot cum bathing my insides. Bobby laid his body on top of mine, and pushed his cock as far into me as it could go. As each shot of cum struck my prostate, it made my sphincter spasm, and clench his cock. I counted each shot as he came, and to my surprise he shot six times. I thought that was pretty good for a 13 year-old boy. His dick remained hard, and as he started to pull it out I stopped him. I told him I wanted it in me until it softened. After another five minutes, I felt the softening begin. In no time at all, his dick was completely flaccid and he pulled it out of me. He rolled over on his back, still breathing deeply. I rolled slid myself to him, and rested my chest on his stomach. I had a great view of his cock, and I could see where cum had stuck to him. I also saw tiny streaks of blood on the sides of his shaft. It wasn't until much later that I learned that ass virgins frequently bleed when losing their virginity. I moved my self down so my mouth aligned with his soft cock. I took it in my mouth and went to work cleaning cum and blood off of it. It only took a few minutes to clean him up, and then I licked and sucked on his nutsack for awhile. When I sat up, I saw that he had again fallen asleep. I figured that while he napped, I would get myself cleaned up. As I stood up, I could feel hot cum trying to escape from my boyhole. With my legs held tightly together, I hobbled up the stairs to the bathroom. This is an original work of homoerotic non-fiction. © 2013 Lamort DeLioncourt If you enjoy reading Nifty stories, please consider donating: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html