Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2019 21:15:50 +0000
From: hbs96h+6554xpbi5oxbc@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 15 | G <YF>

After school, my 8th-grade boyfriend, Jason and I had an afternoon of
furious sex at his house. In tight nylon swim briefs, we brought each other
to screaming orgasms, and I learned my athletic stud liked to be tied and
spanked. When he opened his secrets me, he also devoured my heart.

There wasn't much time before Jason's mother and his 10-year-old brother
Sean would get home, so we jumped in the shower to quickly wash off sweat
and boy seed. The cum was all Jason's. As a 13-year-old late bloomer, I was
still shooting dry.

Walking naked back to Jason's bedroom, Sean came out from his room to say
hello, then followed us while we got dressed. Smiling and watching me pull
on my trousers, Sean asked if I was spending that Saturday at their place.

"No, man. We're celebrating Chris' birthday at Big Bear." It was my little
brother's 10th, and we were driving to some of the only available skiing
near San Diego in the 1970s.

He nodded as I pulled on my shirt. Something was on his mind. Sean and
Chris were a year apart, but had become friends during our family's
get-togethers. I looked at him and asked.

"What's up, dude?"

Beating around the bush, he finally admitted he was a little jealous that
Jason and I spent every weekend together, but he hadn't been invited over,
and Chris wouldn't stay at the Bisset's house. Also, somehow, he also knew
that Chris' best friend, Trevor, was going skiing with my family.

Sighing, I looked at Jason. He shrugged and said, "Sean can keep a secret."

Sitting next to the younger boy while pulling on my shoes and socks, I
started.

"You know I'm small for my age?"

At 13, I wasn't much bigger than he, and he wasn't yet 11.  Sean
chuckled. "Yeah, I kinda noticed."

"That's a family trait. We grow slower. And, unfortunately, we sleep
deeply." I went on to explain that boys in my mom's family tended to wet
the bed until late childhood, and sometimes early adolescence.

His eyes were wide when I told him "I just stopped peeing in my sleep a
couple of years ago." Then I explained that Chris shared this problem. I
stopped talking and looked at him to gauge his reaction.

He shrugged. "It's not like it's his fault."

No, it wasn't. But I explained that meant Chris had to wear diapers at
night. Chris was so ashamed, only a few people knew: two of his best
friends, and Jason. Cool kid that he was, this really didn't phase Sean.

"OK, so now I know. What's the big deal?"
 Jason and I slowly
told him that the shortcut to Chris' trust was to dress like him for the
night during sleep-overs, so that nobody could laugh at him.

Looking at his older brother, Sean asked, "You're not kidding? You get in
diapers when you stay at the Sanfords'?" Jason nodded, and Sean thought for
a moment, and smiled. "I'd do it. No big fuckin' deal." Then he looked
seriously at each of us. "But that's between us, right?"

We grinned. "Yeah, dude" I said. This would be good news to Chris, who'd
wanted Sean to stay over for weeks. But Jason also threatened Seam with a
serious beat down if he told anyone at school about Chris' problem.

===================

My brother's best friend, Trevor was dropped off before dinner to spend the
night, so we could get an early start driving to Big Bear. We were stoked
to have excused absences from school, and went to bed early.

By late morning, we were all on the slopes. It's not the Alps by any
stretch of the imagination, but as a family that had lived for the last
decade in Switzerland, we'd take what we could get. We got our lift
ticket's worth, and were pretty tired and sore that night. Not long after
dinner, my parents went to their hotel room, Lori to her's, and we boys to
our's. The resort was packed, and the only rooms available had king-sized
beds. Fortunately, that was more than enough room for the 4th graders and
me.

After peeing and brushing our teeth, Trevor and I stripped off most of our
clothes. A very cute boy with long, straight, dark red hair, Trevor wore a
pajama top with his white Jockey briefs, and I pulled on a large t-shirt to
wear with my low-rise German undies. My little brother Chris wore only a
t-shirt, as he lay down on the folded cloth diapers I had placed on the
bed.

Trevor was one of only a couple of Chris' friends who knew my brother's
secret. Chris once told me it was easier to trust him after Trevor had an
accident during school, and had later confided in Chris that once in a
while he peed in his sleep.

Trevor was staring intently as I rubbed cream, powdered and pinned my
brother, then helped him into his plastic pants. I could see a small dent
pushing out the front panel of his smooth, white undies. Smiling, I shut
off the light as the younger boys got under the covers, and within minutes,
we were all asleep.

Many hours later, I slowly drifted awake. A small hand was in the front of
my underpants, gently stroking my rock hard penis.

"Mmmm...that feels nice, I murmured. The hand froze, and started to pull
out. "No it's OK. Keep going," I whispered. Rolling onto my back, I glanced
at the bedside clock. It was past 3:00 AM. Turning my head, I could just
make out Trevor's face. He looked at me with the wide-eyes of a burglar
caught in the act. I held his hand, and pushed it back on the boy tube
pulsing against my sheer little briefs.

"It's OK if I tickle you?"

"Yeah, I want you to, uh, tickle me." I hoped he could see my smile,
because I could see his breaking across his face.

Not very delicately, he rubbed my cloth-bound cock, then pushed his hand
under my waistband. Grabbing my shaft with a thumb and a couple of fingers,
he resumed stroking my throbbing love gun. I sighed, and whispered into his
ear, "Where did you learn how to, uh, tickle a boy?"

"From Chris. I love it! I do it to myself every day."

Nodding, I grinned, realizing the knowledge I passed on to Chris was
spreading. I gasped as he clutched my hardness and jerked me more
vigorously. There was no subtlety, just workmanlike urgency. Gently, I held
his hand to stop his furious rubbing.

"You have to take your time," I whispered into Trevor's ear. "Lay back and
let me show you."

"OK, Robin."

Rolling to my side, I used both hands to unbutton his pajama top, then
slowly brushed my fingertips in circles around his chest and tummy. He
sighed, and I felt his nipples harden. I leaned in to give Trevor a gentle
kiss. He pressed with his lips, and clumsily forced his tongue into my
mouth.

Pulling back, I whispered, "Slow down, man."

"Sorry."

I caressed his cute little lips with my own, gently nibbling and sucking
them. Slowly, I brought my tongue tip along the length of his tender mouth,
then gently entering. Sucking in shallow breaths, Trevor slowly opened his
mouth to mine, mirroring my anemone-like ministrations.

At the same time, my hand travelled inside Trevors thighs, and I caressed
up and back, before coming to rest at the bottom of his Jockey briefs. With
two fingertips, I brushed into the soft cotton, tickling his tiny scrotum,
and Trevor gasped and shivered.

As our tongues tapped and played, I drew my forefinger up along the slender
little length of pole tenting out the downy cotton softness of his
undies. His hardness throbbed as I gently caressed up and back, and he
moaned into my mouth.

I pulled my mouth from Trevor's, and kissed along his neck.

"Feels so good," Trevor whispered.

I delicately clasped my thumb and index finger around his cloth-concealed
poker, dragging cotton back and forth along his sensitive boyhood. Trevor
squirmed and moaned, and pressed his hips forward against my teasing, and
his penis drummed harder.

My rigid little meat stick quivered, and my hips rocked to rub my head
against my tight underpants. As much as I was teasing Trevor, I was driving
myself mad with desire as well.

Wrapping my arms around Trevor's body, I hugged him close, and rolled him
on top. Through his sweet, shaggy hair, I whispered, "Sit on my chest."

Trevor smiled, and I helped him draw himself up, kneeling astride my
chest. His underpants stretched tight across his ample bubble butt, and I
traced all my fingers around his globes, before clutching them to pull
Trevor closer. Tenderly squeezing his buns, I pulled my lips to kiss his
thickly cotton-clad boner. Running my nose up and down its diminutive
length, I smelled fabric softener and little pee.


I rubbed both my hands up and down the front of his tender thighs, then
pulled the front of his soft, thick, white Jockey briefs down, to hook
below Trevor's tender nuggets. We hadn't showered, and he smelled a little
musky from a long day of skiing.

In the orange clock light, I could make out his bobbing 4th-grade
boyhood. It was almost as long as mine, and slightly thicker. The base
merged seamlessly with his very small, wrinkly bag appearing like he had no
separate scrotum.

I traced my finger back and forth, using the front and back of my fingers,
along his pulsating length. Trevor inhaled sharply. My other hand caressed
across the round, cloth-clenched buns splayed across my chest. Then I
gently grasped the base of his 3 inch shaft, and kissed the tip. He
giggled, the shuddered as I drew my tongue tip across his pee-hole. I
tasted salty boy spice.

As I ran my tongue round and round his cherry-shaped head, I gently tickled
his quivering, minuscule nut sack with two finger tips, and with my other
hand.

"Whaa-the-uhhh?" Trevor moaned loudly. I pulled back.

"Shhh, Trev. Don't wake Chris," I whispered, though it was exceedingly
unlikely we would.

"Sorry," he whispered back.

Wrapping my lips around his palpitating knob, I sucked and licked his
sensitive boyhood, and Trevor's whole body squirmed. He began panting, I
and ran my lips all the way to his pre-pubescent base.

I was desperately horny, now, and removing my hand from Trevor's bottom, I
pulled my undies' waistband below my clutching little walnut sack. With two
fingers and a thumb, I stroked my own pulsating love gun, whiled bobbing my
head up and back into Trevor's crotch.

Sometimes licking, sometimes sucking and swirling my tongue around the
4th-grader's prong, I would alternate with kisses and lip-nibbles along his
length. Trevor's hips were thrusting, and I new he was close. I sealed my
mouth around his fleshy, circumcision turtle-neck, to suck and lick his
cherry-shaped head. The bed was rhythmically shaking, and headboard
occasionally hit the wall. While stroking myself with increasing fury, I
masturbated the younger boy in harmony. Curling around my head, and trying
to pump into my mouth, Trevor couldn't hold back his squeal, and his little
knob quivered against my lips. I slacked my jaw and let him fuck my mouth
for 2 or 3 strokes, before he collapsed. I pulled off my throbber, to
gently lower Trevor beside me to catch his breath.

"What was that?" he whispered.

A blow job, I explained. "No, nobody knows why they're called that."

As he settled down, I moved my hand back to my desperately hungry, 3 inch
pole.

"Let me," Trevor whispered.

Moving down, he ran a finger across my bald pubic base. "Shouldn't you have
hair, now?"

I explained that Chris and I were late-bloomers. "Cool," he said. "Hair
seems kind of gross."

Smiling, I shook my head to myself, thinking the grass is always greener on
the other side.

Gently stroking me with one hand, he caressed and weighed my little sack
with the other. Then I felt his tongue exploring my penis
head. "Mmmm. Tastes salty," he whispered, then licked and stroked some
more.

As he pulled me into his mouth, he made the rookie mistake, and I felt
teeth scrape. Jumping, I couldn't help but give a loud, "Ow!" while he
pulled off.

"Be careful with your teeth. Wrap your lips around them, OK?

"OK. Sorry!"

It wasn't the best BJ. But his steady licking and stroking sent my heart
racing faster, and my dick throbbed harder. I was breathing hard as the
explosion built, and I had to hold back my moaning as my hips thrust off
the mattress, towards Trevor's tight little mouth. With one hand stroking
me harder into his hot, wet lips, and the other gently holding my
contracting nuts, I felt the itchy dry fire ram out of my young boy
meat. My back arched as pleasure pulsed out, and I saw a burst of stars
before I fell into the night.

=================================

The phone rang, pulling me out of a heavy, dreamless sleep. It took me a
moment to remember where I was, with my legs tangled with two other boys,
under the covers. Chris was on the side by the phone, but he was barely
murmuring from the loud noise. I straddled him to answer the noisy
phone. My dad was on the other end, giving us an 8 AM wake-up call.

As usual, Chris protested when I shook him awake, then pulled him up. He
yawned in his t-shirt, plastic pants, and very droopy diapers. Leading him
into the bathroom, I pulled off his wet plastic pants, an unpinned his
soaked cloth diapers.

"Happy birthday, Chris!" I leaned down to kiss my brother on the lips, and
a lazy smiled peeled across his sleepy face. He turned on the shower for a
quick wash, while I rinsed out his soaked diapers and pants, then threw
them in a garbage bag I'd brought along.

Returning to the room, I shook Trevor awake. His pajama top lay discarded
by the side of the bed. I gazed at the young boy as he stumbled over to
pull long thermal base layers over his white Jockey briefs. With a little
residual baby fat, he wasn't skinny like Chris or me, but not at all
chubby. Kind of normal, I guess. The little red-head was very cute.

==================================

A bright crisp day and plenty of runs left us all exhausted. The birthday
boy couldn't have been happier as we went back to our rooms to shower and
get ready for dinner at a local restaurant. Of course, there was a cake
with candles, and we all sang "Happy Birthday." Stuffed, we returned to the
lodge, and gathered in my parents room for Chris to open presents. I don't
remember what anyone gave him, but he was grinning ear-to-ear as we carried
his loot back to our room.

My parents told us not to stay up too late playing with Chris' new
stuff. They needn't have bothered. We sore and beat from a great day on the
slopes.

After shutting the door, we peeled off our clothes. I got down to my sheer
little low-rise undies and a t-shirt. Trevor pulled on his pajama top on,
with just his snowy white briefs, then went to the bathroom with Chris to
brush teeth and pee. Returning, Chris pulled off all his clothes, and I
noticed he was getting a rash around his thighs and crotch. Remembering his
heavy flow from the night before, I bent down to inspect his
redness. "Dude, did you put some cream on, this morning?"

"Uh, I forgot. And my thermals got really itchy."

I sighed, and went to use the bathroom. After pooping and brushing my
teeth, I got diaper supplies out, and returned to the bedroom. I stopped in
my tracks. Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Trevor kneeling
between his skinny little thighs. One of his arms was was slowly moving
with a gentle rhythm, and he turned his head to give me a quick,
mischievous smile.

Chris had a dreamy look. "Trev's giving me another present." He sighed.

I put down the changing supplies, and felt my boy meat engorging against my
snug little undies. I traced my finger tips across Chris' bare chest, and
around his swelling nipples, as I watched Trevor gently push and pull my
brother's foreskin. His other fingers lightly clasped Chris' smooth little
scrotum.

Dropping on my knees behind Trevor, I ran my hands under his pajama top,
caressing his back and sides. Briefly, he reached behind, under my t-shirt,
to rub my lean tummy, then continued milking sighs out of my brother.

Lightly tracing fingertips across the front panel of Trevor's briefs, I
gently caressed the pole tip jutting against the cotton barrier. With hands
on both sides of his brilliantly white Jockeys, I pulled them down his
thighs. Lifting one of his knees, then the other, I pulled his briefs off,
then reached under Trevor's pajama shirt to brush my fingers around his
soft, full buns. His head lowered to Chris' lap, and my brother inhaled
sharply. I saw his eyes grow wide, and he moaned sharply.

Picking up the baby oil, I warmed a generous amount with both of my hands
before reaching under Trevor's pajama top again. Reaching around with one
hand, I gently clasped his throbbing cherry head, while sliding my other
slippery hand along his crevice. I circled his quivering little cap with
greasy fingers, while gently tracing round his clenching back door ring. I
heard a muffled moan, as I started stroking his entire length, from tip to
tiny bag, and back.

Slowly pressing my finger, I opened Trevor's little flower, and soon popped
inside. He briefly spasmed, and Chris yelled. "Ouch!" A muffled "Sorry"
answered.

While rubbing Trevor's boyhood steadily, I waited a moment for his anus to
relax, before pressing forward. His pillowy buttocks trembled as I pressed
his tiny acorn. Gently pulling my invading finger back and forth, I soon
matched the rhythm of my stroking fingers.

Chris clutched the bedsheet with both fists, and his eyes were clenched
shut, as he groaned through gritting teeth. Trevor's head bobbed faster,
and his hips thrust into the fingers pleasuring his little pickle and his
sensitive hole.

Suddenly, Chris fell back, his back arched, his hips thrust up off the bed,
and his slender bald "V" slightly smacked Trevor in the face. Trevor
quickly threw his head back. Grunting loudly, incoherently, Chris pumped at
Trevor's hands, which held both his tiny purse and the base of his angry
boy shaft. Thrusting thrice, Chris swooned, though his slender little tool
throbbed drily a couple of more times.

Delicately releasing my brother, Trevor sighed. "That was intense!"

"Good work," I whispered into his shaggy red hair. "Lean forward, so I
finish you."

Trevor wrapped his shoulders around my brothers skinny hip bones, then lay
his head gently on Chris' stomach. I began stroking his little boy cock
again, sliding my slick fingers all the way long his 3 inch hardness, while
sliding my finger in and out of tightly flexing love ring.

Slowly, he started thrusting again, pressing his ass against my fuck digit,
and his quivering penis into the 2 fingers with which I encircled his
dick. Slick wet squelching mixed with panting and moans. Trevor humped, and
I stroked and poked ever harder in a frenzy of sloppy friction until he
moaned loudly, and I felt my finger gripped tightly by an unyielding
circle. His love gun throbbed desperately two or three times, then I felt
him slacken.

Panting, he lay on Chris for a few moments until he regained his breath.

"I didn't know my butt could feel so good!" he whispered. Turning round, he
kissed me gently on the lips. "Thank you, Robin."

Reaching below my t-shirt, he gently grasped the boy tube straining up
against the sheer material of my snug little German underpants. I smiled,
kissed him briefly, and said, "Hold on. Let me get Chris tucked in."

As my brother slowly breathed in sleep, I gently lifted his legs to pull a
towel under his butt. Warming up rash cream with both I hands, I slathered
it all over and in his red behind, his inner thighs and across his
crotch. Then I repeated the process with a lot of baby oil, and soon had my
10-year-old birthday boy diapered, in plastic pants, and tucked in bedding.

"Can I do what you did?" Trevor quietly asked.

"I was hoping so!" I grinned.

I lay down dry towels on the other side of the bed, where the blankets and
top sheet were still pulled down. "Baby oil stains things," I whispered.

Trevor was by my side as I stood up and smiled into bright, expectant
eyes. "Now where were we?" I said.

As I leaned in for a gentle kiss, I felt his fingers running outside my
briefs, gently rubbing along my pulsating length.

I quickly pulling off my underpants to free my little throbber, turned off
the room lights, and lay down in middle of the enormous bed. My knees were
up and my feet flat on the mattress. Trevor crawled over and between my
wide-spread feet. I handed him the baby oil, and he slicked both hands,
smiling as he gazed on my bobbing little poker. Lightly grasping my
mushroom head, he stroked his slippery hand a down to my straining little
sack, and back to the tip.

Pulling my knees back and hooking them with my arms, I offered the channel
between my skinny oval mounds to his slick, exploring fingers. Not subtle
in approach, he simply pressed into my ring of muscles. I gritted my teeth.
"Go slow!" I hissed.

"Sorry!" But it was too late. He was two knuckles deep when I grunted in
pain.

"Don't move," I whispered. And for half a minute, Trevor held my dick in
one hand, and kept his finger frozen in my ass with the other. The pain
buckled away, and I gently pressed my firm, small bottom against his
questing hand. "It's OK, Trev. Let's keep going."

Gently rubbing my rubbery little member harder, he slid his finger in and
out of my tender hole a little faster. In the soft clock light, I could see
Trevor was rock hard again. Hooking one of my ankles over Trevor's
shoulders, I reached down and lightly tickled his thumping 4th-grade
hardness. It was almost as big as mine, and maybe as round as a finger. I
had a great idea.

Grasping the hand working my tender bottom to still its savage drilling, I
whispered to Trevor, "Use your dick instead!"

I could almost hear the lightbulb click in his head as he said, "Oh, shit,
yeah!"

I felt around for the baby oil, which I handed him. "Put some on your
thing, first."

I felt him balancing on an elbow, and heard slick, moist sounds, then felt
warm flesh pressed against my tender hole. I whispered, "Slow! Please!"

Again, my warning went unanswered. Trevor lost his balance while
finger-guiding his hot, quaking poker into my hungry little love chute, and
fell into me with a blinding pop. I barely stifled a scream when the
white-hot pain erupted.

"Stop!" I pleaded. "Just stay right there."

"Does it hurt?"

"Um, yeah" I grunted. "But it also feels really good. Just wait a second."

We waited a few moments, while my butt relaxed, then I told Trevor to go
slowly.

The younger boy gently pushed all the way into me, crushing his pubis into
my bony, hungry bottom. Stifling a moan as Trevor filled my channel with
hot, painful pleasure, I squeezed my muscles and held him for a moment,
making him squeak and shiver.

"That feels so good, Robin!"

Gritting my teeth against the ebbing pain, I smiled, feeling his hardness
throb. I whispered back, "I love you in me, Trev."

Releasing his slender penis from my clenching anal jaws, I let him pull
back, almost out of my hot, squelching tunnel, before he slid back
again. Slowly picking up speed, he fucked my tender rump, and I pushed my
sweet little butt back to meet his pounding hips in time.

First caressing his back with finger tips, I rubbed and pulled Trevor's
shoulder blades. urging his him on. He leaned down so our ravenous boy
mouths could dock.  Our tongues pressed and tussled, our flesh slapped
loudly, and his hard little rod drilled my small sore ring harder.

Like a pair of spring-powered ostrich eggs, my buns rammed back against the
younger boy, then pulled his horny prawn back down again into my hungry
canyon. Plowing into me, Trevor's little piston pounded again and again and
again, and the room filled with rhythmic moans and the sounds of slapping
flesh. As the bed shook, Chris murmured something in his sleep, and rolled
over.

"Fuck me hard, Trev," I groaned, and he thrust more furiously into me.  The
heat in my tender bottom grew, and my smooth little scrotum tightened. My
enraged three-inch love wand -- barely larger than the 4th-grader's --
begged for attention, and I clutched it with a thumb and 2 fingers,
stroking frantically in time with my ass thrashing.

Quickly, I felt the explosion build from the fire in my boy hole, and the
pleasure spilt from behind my nuts. I choked a shriek, as my ass clenched
hard, and white hot ecstasy flared out across my body. My pre-pubescent
love nozzle ripped with dry, silent howls, and a brilliant kaleidoscope
fractured across my tightly cinched eyes, before I fell into the deep well
of night.