Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2011 15:59:29 -0400 From: Alpha Omega Subject: On Top This Time This is a continuation to "Me and Bobby" posted Sep 20. Bobby rolled off of me and said, "Man you really were surprised by that, weren't you?" I turned on my side and said, "Yeah, wow. How'd you learn to do that?" "By accident. Did it to my pillow when I got the feeling my first time, but man, sure feels a lot better to rub it against you, Jack." Our penises were still hard and still being dry boys, up for another go. "Bobby?" "Yeah, Jack?" "Can we do it again?" "If you wanna." "I do, if you do." "Okay. You wanna be on top this time?" I smiled nodding my head. Bobby rolled over onto his back, intertwining his fingers behind his head as if he were about to do a sit-up and spread his legs apart. I knee walked on the two sleeping bags covering the narrow space of the puptent, getting into position. I looked down at Bobby spread before me, my eyes taking in the view of this boy god. I was really developing a crush on him and feeling things for another boy I would have never imagined feeling before. He smiled a beaming smile that made his eyes appear to twinkle. I loved his big toothy smile and the way it was bracketted with these cute dimples at the corners. Above it was a pugged nose that featured a couple of cinnamon brown freckles that extended over his cheeks. My eyes quickly scanned down his athletic torso. His chest had the slightest definition of pectoral muscles appearing and featured two dot sized little nipples that had yet to darken with puberty. Below it his slender toned tummy was flat and featured two lateral dimples running down from the sides and towards his pelvis. His belly button was a large shallow oval, almost an outie with a squigglish nub of tissue inside it. The tanline made by the orange speedo he wore to the beach began in a muted gradation about 6 inches below. Judging from how skimpy his suit was, I assumed Bobby was wearing his suit for a second season, like I was, because it was very skimpy on him, covering only about 2 1/2 inches of skin over the hip. I loved how dramatic the difference in skin tone was between the coppery skin of his tummy and the creamy paleness of untanned skin covering his loins. It almost looked like the tanline was painted on his skin. Centered just in front of it was his beautiful dick that I'd just felt rubbing so frantically against me, and was about to feel again. It was still standing aloft, a proud outward banana curve to the way it sprouted from his balls and appeared to want to bend back towards his skin. Bobby's boner was so stiff I could see it pulsing. Seeing that made my own dick spasm with a warm jolt of blood entering it. "Hey? Take a picture, it'll last longer," Bobby said chuckling, apparently noticing I was taking a bit too long of a pause before covering his body with my own. I chuckled back and said, "Man, Bobby, it's just...you got a hot looking body." Bobby grinned and seemed to blush as he said "Thanks!" I loved how he wasn't at all vane like I think I would have been if I'd looked as hot as I thought he did. "C'mon, lay down!" Bobby said, spreading his legs wider at the knees as I lowered myself down, slowly pressing my groin against his and feeling that deliciously velvetty soft warm skin coming in contact with my own. Our groins once again resumed their somewhat squirmish rubbing and grinding, Bobby arching up his pelvis as I pressed mine down. I was propped up on my elbows placed on either side of his chest as my hips squirmed, feeling the incredibly sensual feel of naked flesh against mine. Being on top felt different than being on bottom. On bottom, I was feeling Bobby's weight pressing down against me. Now, on top, I was more able to stretch my loins, which brought on a different sensation. I now understood how Bobby became so frantic when rubbing against me. I was soon rubbing my penis against him, pressing down and feeling the pillowy give of his hairless pubis massaging my shaft, and trying my hardest to touch as much of my penis against his body as I could. I think one of the reasons sex is so intense between two boys at this age is because the pleasure is so self-centered. My mind was whirling with the need to feel that quaking explosion of pleasure I'd just experienced moments earlier. My hands reached up under Bobby's back and my fingers gripped his narrow shoulders, using my grip to increase my forward and back grinds against him. As intimate as we were in such a state, I think boys are still a little shy at touching one another, so it was only when I began to grip Bobby's shoulders that he released his hands from behind his head and placed them onto my buttocks. His legs drawing further up as his knees parted wider. "Man, this feels so good, Jack!" Bobby said looking up at me with his own self-seeking look of horny pleasure. "Yeah....oh yeah...," I said, unable to think of anything clearly at that moment in time. My mind's focus was centered on the bloated tightness of my twelve-year-old's penis and the erotic sensation of Bobby's feverishly warm pelvis making little upward pistons against me. I loved how rubbery his dick felt in contrast with the soft pillowy give of his pubic skin. I found myself turning my head down to look at it. His tip looked so sexy. It had an almost angry look to the way the skin was so inflamed with color. The surface of Bobby's cap looked stretched like a balloon, as if it could pop. His piss hole would dilate a little each time the tip of his penis was dragged against my skin in his upward pistons and I could just see inside the purplish pink surface of his urethral opening. I whimpered "Bobby....Bobby...." as the feelings began to intensify within my body. I knew it was 'gay', but Bobby didn't seem to mind, and in fact, I think it turned him. I looked up into his face and saw him looking back and there was a loving look in his eyes that made me think perhaps he thought I was "cute" like I thought he was. His hips began to pivot up more intensely and I became aware of how much more strength his body seemed to contain than my own. "Jack....please cum...I wanna feel you cum against me!" His words sounded frantic and he was using that word 'come' again. I now knew that was the cool word for having an orgasm, but wouldn't find out it had a different spelling until later. Seeing and hearing Bobby look so desperate somehow added fuel to the furnace that was burning in my groin. My humping movements, which had been centered in my hips and butt now seemed to flow down and concentrate into my lower pelvis just where my penis sprouted from my body. I began to piston in a tightly focused rapid series of almost spastic movements. I found myself gripping my lips together tightly and breathing through my nose. "Hump me, Jack! Shit, your so cute! Hump me!" Bobby said, his lust making him unable to inhibit his true feelings. It would only be my second orgasm and as such, the overwhelming intensity of the build-up sprang upon me with an instantaneous quality which allowed me no preparation. I yelped and looking down at Bobby's face with what must have looked like fearful helplessness, and yelped anxiously BOBBY I'M GETTIN IT! as I once again felt my penis feeling as if it were about to explode. I felt Bobby's hips bucking below me, and felt his hands gripping my butt cheeks as he emitted deep-bellied grunts announcing his own dry cum. "Fuck, Jack! Yeah! OH YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!" Bobby's words echoed in my ears as if from the end of a long tunnel as the head on my shoulders exploded with endorphines and the rubbery hard, acorn-shaped head on my penis pulsed on the end of my convulsing shaft. I simultaneously emitted mouse-like whimpers when deliciously itchy tingles caused my penis to swell harder and contract in strenuous pulses as my body did its best to expel ejaculate it didn't as yet have. Like Bobby had done before when he was on top, I felt myself slumping on top of Bobby, and felt his sexy tummy as it clenched and then relaxed. We both lay silently for a moment, panting. Both of us now making the occasional whimpers as our penises continued making flexing twitches that we could feel between us. I could feel the urethral ridge of Bobby's slender boy penis making contracting swells as my own did the same. I loved that feeling and loved knowing Bobby was feeling the same thing. With some hesitation, I rolled off from where I lay on top of Bobby, still panting, and looked up at the green canvas of the puptent. I breathed in deeply, loving the fruity aroma of our early pubescent spunk that filled the air within the tent. That smell made me horny. I turned my head to the side to look at Bobby. His tummy was still rising and falling in pantish breaths and below it, his now semi-erect penis made a couple of upward lilts that straightened out the banana curve in his shaft before relaxing back down. Each lilt causing his boyhood to deflate a little more. I watched as his now ruddy pink boner relaxed down into a noodle curve resting on his still spermless boy nuts. The bulbous knob at the end looked like a boy's head slumbering on a pillow, the earlier angrily red skin tone now a dusky soft rose color. I looked up into Bobby's face as he turned on his side and said, "Man, Jack, you're a horny little fucker!" grinning cheekily as he reached across to tickle me. We erupted in laughter and began a tickling match. Our penises now flaccid, jiggling with our giggles and squirming, satiated for now, but by morning, wanting attention once again.