Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2019 17:05:42 +0000
From: hdee5a+crkchap53ef9s@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 17 | G <YF>

The days got longer in San Diego, as we emerged from what passes for
winter. Easter was coming soon, and my family planned to spend the Spring
school break skiing at Mammoth, in the Sierras. I invited my 8th-grade
boyfriend, Jason to come along. He'd never been on downhill skis, though
he'd gone Nordic with his mom's family in Minnesota. He was stoked to
learn.

Until then, we had our routines. For me, it was surfing, school, and swim
league. For Jason, it was school, tennis practice and photography. For both
of us, that also meant furious sex on sleep-overs, either at his house or
mine. By then, there were rumors about us in junior high. Though born in
CA, I'd lived most of my life in Switzerland, where people have more
pragmatic attitudes, so I didn't care. And my family was happy for me. But
it was the 70s, and Jason was afraid of being labelled a "fag." So he
started over-compensating by not spending every lunch period with me. It
hurt a little, but I understood.

Twice a week after school, I'd hit practice at the pool center, where I was
no longer exhausted by the 40-lap warmups. My diving form had steadily
improved, and I was ready for a 3-dive demonstration at the next swim
meet. While showering afterward with my friend Mark, a really beautiful boy
who attended a private school, I asked him how he'd become so good in just
a year. Like Mark, I'd trained in gymnastics in elementary school, but he
had a really graceful form.

"I think it really helps that I do ballet," he said, while soaping up his
lean, 12-year-old body.

"Ballet?" With a northern European childhood, I didn't share the typical
American macho rejection of boys in dance. But I hadn't known any boys in
San Diego who took ballet.

"Yes. You should think about!" Then he giggled noticing my erection. I'd
spent too much time gazing at his soapy bottom. Shortly, he was sporting
wood, too, which was our usual state in the showers.

Over dinner with family that night, I brought up the idea. My dad was
supportive, but cautionary.

"Robin, before you commit to ballet, maybe you should try a class or two,"
he said. My 16-year-old sister, Lori still took ballet, said she'd ask
about beginners' classes, then talked about what I'd need to wear.

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

Most of our swim meets were intramural. But this time, our team competed
against the Mira Mesa team at their pools a half-hour away. My parents,
Chris and I went in one car, picking up Jason on the way, while Lori picked
up her boyfriend, Jeremy in her car.

There were a lot of kids and parents at the center. My diving program
wasn't until the very end, nearly 3 hours later, and I'm sure everyone
would have been bored to tears if I hadn't been drafted into a couple of
relay races to cover for a couple of kids with the head colds. I was pretty
fast, and in one race we came in second.

Mark's form was amazing, and he medalled! Jason looked at me a little funny
as I yelled and applauded. Then it was finally time for the demonstration
dives. There were about 20 of us beginners in the boys' section, so it took
a while, and I flubbed entry on a gainer, but everyone applauded our
anyway. When we were getting up to leave, I heard my name called, and Mark
trotted over in his black Speedos and a blue team sweatshirt.

I grinned as he hugged me, whooping congratulations. We peeled apart, and I
introduced my parents and Chris, and he said hello to Lori, who he'd
already met. Then I turned to introduce Jason, who was rigidly polite, and
they shook hands.

Hastily, Mark said, "So, man, the `rents are splittin'. Gotta hit the
trail." We made our goodbyes, and I pulled on my sweats, then we left.

It was Jason's turn to have me over for the night, and I knew his mom,
Dr. Bisset, was on call at her hospital until midnight that night. I was
looking forward to meeting his older brother Neil, who was stopping by on
Spring Break from UC Berkley.

Weirdly, Jason was quiet and unsmiling when my family dropped us off at his
house.

I dropped my pack off in the living room as the front door closed, and I
asked him, "Is there something wrong?"

Turning to me, I could see genuine anger on his face. "Who is Mark?"

"Just a friend. He got me into diving."

"Oh, just a `friend?' Is Mark your new `boyfriend?'" sarcastically intoning
the other boy's name.

My jaw dropped. "What? You're my boyfriend!"

And then it began: a 10-minute screaming match. I don't remember the
particulars, but I pointed out that we both had sex with our friend Zach,
as well as Jason's brother, and that Jason had a secret bone buddy who's
name I didn't know. BTW, it turned the secret third guy stopped hitting
Jason up for blow jobs when he found a girlfriend.

"And on top of that, you've been avoiding me at lunch!' I yelled, not
realizing until then how much that hurt.

I'd never been in love before, much less had a lover's quarrel, and this
was shattering. Eventually, we were both in tears, sobbing, squeezing each
other tightly.

"I just don't want to lose your heart, Robin."

"You already own it, Jase. You should know that. And also, Mark is only a
friend. We don't do a;anything together."

"It's obvious that he's in love with you," he gave me a goofy grin.

I slowly caressed him, as we regained our breath, and I wiped both our
tears with my sweatshirt.

"I guess I'm being ridiculous," he sniffled and smiled.

"No, baby. But I won't `cheat on you' with Mark, OK?"

He nodded, and sheepishly looked down.

"I was very naughty to think bad things about you and Mark." Slowly raising
his eyes with a slight smile, he added, "I think I should be punished for
my naughtiness." He bit his lower lip as he looked at me directly. I needed
no persuasion, and we dragged our things downstairs to his bedroom,
slamming the door behind.

We kicked off our shoes, and Jason turned to me, again apologizing for
"being an asshole." He wasn't an asshole, and I just wanted to cuddle
him. But I knew the role to play, and told him to remove his sweat shirt,
and then his tight little Adidas shorts. I almost smiled as my super cute,
athletic 13-year-old boyfriend stood before me in his alabaster underpants
and knee-high striped tube socks. Jason's Fruit-of-the-Looms were tenting
out, while I could feel my cock pressing pressing up my snug speedo.

Dropping to his knees, Jason untied my sweat pants to let them drop to my
ankles, then pulled them away, along with my flip-flops. Still kneeling, he
leaned in to kiss the crown at the top of my Speedo-trapped
pole. Shivering, I pulled him to his feet. He smiled shyly at me until I
stood on my tiptoes to kiss the taller boy on the lips. Then I whispered,
"Bad boys need a spanking."

Jason had been brutally beaten by his father, and violence was not a joking
matter. But secretly, with me, he occasionally craved physical
discipline. It was a solemn bond between us, but we weren't entirely
serious in the execution. So Jason giggled a little as I sat down on the
edge of his bed, and slapped my naked thighs.

"Over my lap, naughty little boy." I could barely hold back my grin.

"Yes sir." He lay across my legs, his cotton-wrapped boner throbbing into
my thigh.

I spread my legs, so Jason's hardness would throb vainly into
space. Rubbing my hands around the thick back panel of his briefs, I
pressed my rigid, nylon-cloaked boy pole into Jason's hip. We both quivered
with delicious depravity, and then I pulled the back side of his waistband
below his firm, round, muscular buns. Dragging my fingernails gently up and
down his wicked little bottom, I made Jason shudder and gasp.

Rubbing him tenderly one last time, I smacked his bottom furiously. Unlike
the last time I'd spanked him, I was actually a little angry at him. My
hand slapped each firm bun methodically, drawing fire across his entire
rump. Jason gripped the bedsheet with both fists. Spank! Spank! Spank! I
punished his buns throughly, and My rigid dick throbbed into his flesh as
he grunted in pain. He began crying again, and huffed, "nnnuuuuughhg stop!"

I froze. Holy shit. I'd been beating my boyfriend. Tenderly, I rubbed his
bottom, and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Jason!"

"No! It's OK! Don't Stop!"

Whoa, I thought. Jason's diggin' this. I draped one arm around his waist,
and found his boy pole frantically bobbing inside his now damp white
underpants. I wrapped my fist around his cotton-cloaked, thick mushroom
head, then resumed my assault on his tender fanny. Jason tried to hump my
hand, but I held him down mercilessly by the penis cap. He wailed in
frustration and pain as I tenderized his firm, round globes.

After about 30 whacks, I could feel the pressure building in his love gun,
and lightly grasped his thick shaft through his showy white
briefs. Immediately, he humped my fingers with hurricane force, while I
more gently continued his spanking.

His hips levered up and down furious, to meet my spanking and jerking
hands. He screamed my name, and I felt his underpants soak with hot Jason
milk. I stopped spanking him, to caress his sweet, warm ass, while he
slowly milked himself into his briefs.

For a few minutes, I gently traced my fingers around his rosy moon. His
butt was warm, and I was ambivalent. I pulled the back of his undies up
again. My boyfriend - my best friend - had given himself up for a spanking,
but I didn't like to hurt him.

I pulled us up onto the bed so we laid side-by-side, and I curled around
around my tear-stained lover.

"I don't like this," I told him. "I don't like hurting someone. I hate
hurting you."

He nodded, and kissed me on the lips. "I hurt you, too," he said.

I tried to disagree. "Not the same."

"I was a bad boy, and I wanted you to spank my bad, bare bottom."

In later years, when Jason and I got together, he told me his partner and
he were privately into the BDSM lifestyle. I don't get it. But to each his
own.

As he leaned in for another kiss, I felt his finger tips tracing down the
throbbing little pole running up the length of black speedo. Jason's other
hand went under my sweatshirt, to rub my skinny ribs, and tweak my little
nipples to hardness. I shivered, and he kissed me deeply.

Rolling onto my back, I let Jason take charge, and he pulled my sweatshirt
up and off, while stroking me harder through my swimsuit. The satiny feel
of nylon against my furiously quivering prong made me gasp. My hips rose to
meet his masturbating hand, and I started panting. Suddenly, he stopped,
and I whimpered in protest.

He nibbled on my ear, then whispered, "You have to punish my naughty bottom
some more."

Getting on his knees to straddle my pelvis, he pulled down the backside of
his Fruit-of-the-Looms, then he pulled the front of my Speedo down, to hook
under my small, smooth, walnut-shaped scrotum. My 3-inch prong pounded
against my bald pubis.

Reaching into the front of his soaked boy briefs, Jason pull out some of
his own goo, which he slathered onto my vibrating boyhood. Smiling
mischievously, he slowly lowered his hips until his clenching ring met my
knob. Taking in a deep breath, he quickly impaled himself on my slender
boner. I wasn't very big, but we'd taken no time to loosen Jason up, and he
grunted through gritting teeth.

Before I could even ask him if he were OK, Jason leaned forward to kiss me
tenderly.

"I'm OK. But we'll just go slow, OK?"

I nodded, and waited for his anus to relax around me. His heat engorged me
more, and I palpitated within his bowels, making Jason moan. Slowly, he
lifted his firm, round rump, slurping up my desperately quivering
meat. Gently, he dropped back down, implanting himself again. I caressed up
Jason's thighs, as he plunged and lifted, stroking my boyhood with his
clenching sphincter. Jason's cummy underpants were tented with a freshly
throbbing boner, and I scratched my nails down the sopping cotton.

We were both moaning loudly, as Jason's firm buttocks rose and slammed down
on my bald boy crotch, and and I stroked his painfully swollen meat through
his drenched white briefs. Pulling the waistband down to free Jason's fat,
4-inch pole, I grabbed his shaft just below his red, mushroom knob. Wet and
hot, smelling like chlorine and boy, his penis drooled more pre-cum. Making
a sort of prayer enclosure with both hands around that diamond-hard
8th-grade tool, I stroked him in time with his pumping ass.

We both groaned incoherently, and pounded each other furiously, until I
felt Jason's hole constrict around me, and his back arched.

"GuuuuaaaaaaRobin!" he groaned, pounding his fists on the bed. Warm boy
milk rained down on my tummy. At the same time, his hot clasping bottom
pulled my raging, dry orgasm out of my helpless little penis. His bottom
fucked my frenzied groin, and I felt 2 or 3 explosions of fire pulse out of
my pre-pubescence before I dropped into unconsciousness.

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

Gentle rubbing across my skinny belly lured me back awake. Jason was curled
around me, kissing my cheek, with a thigh straddling my lap.

"There you are," he whispered blissfully.

We'd napped through most of the afternoon. Jason's older brother was
supposed to arrive with his friends soon. They were going to stay the
night, then spend the rest of the week in Mexico.

We took a quick shower, then we got dressed and joined Jason's younger
brother, Sean, upstairs, watching TV. College basketball was over, and
everything else was junk, so Jason called our friend Zach to join us for
some Frisbee.

As the sun was setting, a VW van rolled up, and 5 college boys and 4 girls
climbed out. Jason ran over to hug the driver, a tall, handsome boy with
long brown hair and a mustache. They squeezed each other like lemons, and I
realized the young man was Jason's brother, Neil. Then, Zach went over to
hug Neil, then we all went inside.

The college kids brought in their bags, pizzas and beers, and soon we were
all laughing and devouring crap food. They were all really lean and
muscular. It turns out that Neil had given up tennis and joined Berkley's
cross country team. He and his girlfriend, Mary invited 3 other couples -
one of which was two boys - and a really beautiful single girl to go
camping.

The gay couple had eyes for nobody but each other, and I think they barely
tolerated kids. Still, they were nice, while all the other old people were
hilarious. I felt flattered to hang out with college students. At one
point, Neil took me aside, offering me a beer.

Smiling at me, he said, "Jason's told me all about you. So, no you're my
bro, too." Then he hugged me, and my eyes filled with tears of joy.

After we cleaned up, the Berkley kids wanted to go outside to smoke
weed. I'd never gotten high, and this was like the 4th time in my life I'd
had a beer, but Neil pulled me along.

"Just hang out. You don't have to smoke if you don't want."

Soon enough, everyone but Sean was sitting around the hot tub, passing a
joint. I toked once, and spent 5 minutes coughing my lungs out. Thankfully,
the big kids didn't laugh. By today's standards, the weed was harmless
kid's stuff. But back then, "Thai Stick" was as powerful as you could find
in the U.S., and I was feeling goofy immediately. I tried a second hit,
which I kept down a little longer.

"Let's get in the hot tub!" Mary yelled.

Within seconds, all of the college kids took off everything but their
underpants. Cheryl, a smoking hot, single Asian babe, drew a finger down
Zach's chest.

"Come on, dude. Let's get wet!"

Zach had a secret boyfriend, but he liked girls almost as much as guys. So
it wasn't surprising when he was down to his snowy white briefs, jumping
into the bubbling water. Jason and I looked at each other, shrugged, shed
everything but our undies, and jumped in.

Jason's in-ground hot tub was supposed to fit 10 people, which really meant
8. We were 12, so Zach, Jason and I sat on laps in that soothing, bubbling
water. As the weed hit me, I felt an arm around my belly. It was Peter, one
of the college freshman, pulling me onto his lap, hugging me against his
muscular chest. I could feel his hard, adult dick pressing through his
underpants against my butt. He was laughing, and kissed my cheek, before
turning to his girlfriend, Lorraine to kiss her deeply and passionately.

One of my legs rested on Jason's, and I felt Zach's leg draped on the other
side. Woozy from the beer weed, I looked over, and saw the gay couple
furiously sucking face. At the same time, Mary was astraddle Neil, and they
were ravaging each others' mouths. The fourth couple were whispering and
lightly kissing. The gorgeous single girl was rubbing her hand around
Zach's slender, 8th-grade chest, whispering into his ear. Jason turned me
by the chin and kissed me deeply. This was new. My best friend - my
boyfriend - was so deeply closeted that I figured he'd never show a public
display of affection. But obviously he was at ease with his big bro, and I
left all questioning behind as our tongues touched and tapped and danced in
salivate-sloshed Love Code.

Big, adult fingers squeezed my knee, then traveled up my skinny thigh. I
looked back to see Peter lifting a questioning eyebrow at me, and I simply
smiled at him. Lorraine was whispering and giggling into Peter's ear when I
felt him tickling my little boy prong, throbbing against my sheer little
briefs. I turned to kiss Jason harder, as Peter's strong finger rubbed up
and down my tiny length, making me moan into Jason's mouth. Eventually,
Peter reached into my snug, German underpants. So small, so tight, so thin,
they could barely restrain my tiny dragon, much less his big, 18-year-old
hand. I squealed as the college freshman's fingers wrapped around my
boyhood, and couldn't help but hump against his hand.

I reached down to rub the swollen branch straining Peter's briefs. It was
huge. Running my fingers up and down his fat, throbbing rod, I think I
stroked 10 inches of athletic man cock. I could barely wrap my fingers
around his girth, and sighed into Jason's mouth as Peter rubbed my
diminutive, 8th-grade prick through my sheer, European briefs. At the same
time, I used my other hand to lightly clasp Jason's 4-inch, 13-year-old
penis through his soft briefs.

The hot tub simmered with bisexual broth, and Neil winked across at me
while mouth-locked with Mary. The world seemed filed with love as Peter's
adult hand milked my hard boyhood, and I stroked two cotton-swaddled dicks
with both hands.

Readjusting to reach both penises better, I straddled my slender,
cotton-clad buttocks across both Jason' and Peter's thighs. Then, I reached
back into both sets of underpants to clasp the enormous man knob, with one
hand and and Jason's smaller, junior high helmet with the other. Twirling
fingertips around and around both penis heads, I made both guys moan. I'd
never felt an adult-sized prick before, and it was fucking fantastic! As I
slid my palm up and down the underside of that wet, throbbing baseball bat,
Peter kissed Lorraine harder, while spreading his hairy, wiry thigh to
press against Jason's bare upper leg. Strangely, as I reached Petere's base
and groped his full man nuts, I couldn't feel any hair. Paying no mind, I
grasped his pounding staff with all my fingers, crooking my elbow to stroke
his full length.

At the same time, I used a thumb and two fingers around Jason, slowly
milking his quivering boyhood. I had to lean forward to jerk the both cocks
behind me, and I felt Jason's hand rubbing round my slick, rubbery wet
thigh. Moans and groans mixed with the sounds of bubbling water and Larry
Coryell on the outdoor speakers.

Peter gripped me harder, and masturbated my young dick more urgently, so I
stroked his angry man pole harder, while rubbing Jason faster. Lorraine
whispered something into Peter's ear, and giggled, and he smiled and
nodded. I whimpered as his hand left my underpants, but a moment later, the
college student lifted me up under each arm, to seat me on the hot tub's
edge. As he pulled at my waistband, I raised my butt so he could pull my
little briefs all the way off, tossing them toward the house. I saw grins
as a couple of people turned and took in my hairless groin, and the skinny
3-inch prong bobbing with my pulse.

The college boy dropped to his knees to study my angry little penis,
stroking an index finger along my turgid length, then cupping my straining
little scrotum. Peter gently rolled my tiny testicles, then lowered his
head to kiss my raging red mushroom cap. His fingers left my smooth little
walnut-shaped purse. I gasped as his hot, wet mouth encircled my head, then
slid all the way to my pre-pubescent base, slurping in my balls as well! My
little knob could feel Peter's gulping throat, as he furiously sucked all
of me. I grew dizzy, and I wrapped my skinny arms around his head. I'd
never felt anything as good, and unconsciously kicked my little feet back
and forth.

Peter pulled back to my tip, twirling his tongue around my sensitive ridge,
while his fingertips gently massaged my tiny, churning testicles. Loud,
rhythmic moans caught my attention, and I looked up to see the hot 18-year
Cheryl astride Zach, driving her hips down onto my 13-year-old
friend. Lorraine was pulling Jason up behind Peter, before reaching down to
lower the college boy's underwear. Panting as Peter's tongue worked my
little boy penis harder, Lorraine guided Jason's dick into the
18-year-old's ass.

Pulling off of my prick, while holding it firmly with two fingers, Peter
press his rump backwards, and sighed as Jason entered him, clutching both
hands on the big boy's shoulders. Peter was breather harder, and I could
see the big boy's butt rocking back to meet Jason's thrusts. Then he sucked
me back into his hungry mouth. Soon my hips were driving up to meet Peter's
licking and sucking. I'm sure he felt my tiny balls squeeze into me,
because he sucked me harder and faster, and then I detonated. Fierce, hot,
itchy fire burst drily from my raging little member. I squealed and my legs
kicked out, and I felt another pulse of hot pleasure merge with the stars
exploding across my eyes. And then I dropped into darkness.

Sometime later, I groggily woke on a chaise lounge, with Jason spooned
around me. I could feel his moistly underpants pressed against my still
naked bottom, and we both had big fluffy towel blanketing us. Jason was
slowly rubbing my tummy, and kissing the back of my head.

"Mmmmm....Feels nice," I murmured. I reached back to rub his undie-clad
hip.

"Nice to have you back," he said quietly. "Kind of scared the adults, and I
had to explain. Then they were jealous. Peter carried you over here."

I sighed. "Did you orgasm?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckled. "I ass fucked Peter while he fucked Lorraine. Then
I ass fucked Zach while he was doing Cheryl for the second time. He came
pretty quick both times, but I think he might last a little longer, now."

Looking over, I could see them gently plowing, while most of the other
couples were talking quietly. I was really sleepy, and Zach could read my
mind, suggesting we go to bed. Hanging our undies out to dry in the
bathroom, we peed and brushed teeth, before padding down to his room. We
climbed naked under the covers, with Jason once again spooned around me. I
felt so complete and protected, and sighed. Then I had a thought.

"What about all the sperm in the hot tub?"

Jason chuckled. "Neil's problem." I laughed and fell quickly asleep.


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Later, I woke to find Jason's 11-year-old brother wrapped in my arms, his
small, firm underpants-wrapped bottom pressed into my lap. Jason was still
spooned around me quietly snoring into my hair. In the foggy moonlight
pouring through the window, I made out Zach's arm draped over Jason.

For appearances sake, all the college girls were sleeping in Sean's room,
while all the college boys were in Neil's, which meant Dr. Bisset must have
gotten off-shift and come home. Giving Sean a gentle squeeze, I fell back
into a dreamless sleep.

Some hours after that, I woke to a different sensation. Peter's lips were
once again wrapped around my tumescence. I guess he couldn't get enough of
my bald little boyhood, and he'd pulled me out of bed. I was lying naked on
the bedroom rug, with the 18-year old kneeling between my spread, legs. I i
moaned as he licked up one side of my rigid little prong, then back down
again.

I turned around to reach for his enormous man cock.

"Wait a sec," he whispered.

Peter lay down on his back, pulling me on top so that he could engulf me
from below, and I could face his throbbing thickness while lying on the
18-year-old's belly. I could barely reach his circumcised knob. But that
was just as well, since I could barely fit it into my little mouth. Sucking
and licking his hot, drooling helmet, I reached up with both hands to fill
one with a full, wrinkly bag, and with the other to stroke his mighty
tool. I marveled at his hairlessness, but felt stubble. I later figured he
must shave his pubes, which was a totally new concept to me.

He moaned as I sucked and licked and stroked and fondled. He made me groan
as he sucked all of me, from tip to nuts, back within his Hoovering
mouth. I was starting to thrust into Peter's face when he gently lifted my
hips so I kneeled astride his head. Peter had been running his fingertips
around my skinny little ass, from the indentations on either side of my
hips, in toward my crevice. But then I felt a second set of hands caressing
my bunds, and looked back to see Sean on his knees behind me.

As I'd recently discovered, I could get a younger boy's penis in me, so I
whispered to Sean to get the baby oil from Jason's bedside table. As he
did, I could see the outlines of Jason and Zach making out. My groaning
must have woken everyone, but no one seemed unhappy!

I felt oily fingers brushing from top of my crack, down to my taint and
back up again, while Peter's ravenous tongue rolled round and round my
quaking boyhood. Sean's finger gently pressed against my ring, slowly
entering me, and I groaned into Peter's knob. He finger fucked me for a few
minutes, driving me insane. I turned to whisper, "Sean, use your dick!"

His eyes were wide as he nodded, and pushed down the front of his white
little briefs under his small little scrotum. Then slicked his small,
quivering erection, and pressed it into my chute. Pulling my mouth away
from Peter's peter, I grit my teeth and grunted.

"Keep going!" I hoarsely whispered. Sean was almost as big as me, but I was
pretty sure he'd fit. He pressed harder, and suddenly popped in.

I cut off a shriek, as agony churned my bowels. "Just stay there for a
minute," I whispered to Sean, and both boys stopped to wait for me to
relax. Peter whispered, "push back, like you're trying to take a shit." I
did, and it worked! Sean gently slid into me, and I felt him press against
my undeveloped prostate.

I moaned. "You feel so good, Sean. Fuck me slowly, though."

The younger boy, gently pressed his hips forward and back, drilling into my
roasting rump, lighting fire in my anus and nuts. I pushed back in time,
and Peter resumed his oral assault on my dick. With one hand, he massaged
my tight little sack, and with the other he cupped Seans thrusting
bag. This was too much, and I could barely concentrate on stroking the
college boy's engorged rod. I licked into his peephole and around his head,
then sealed my lips around under his knob, while masturbating him with both
hands. Peter's hips were rocking and he warned me, "I'm going to cum soon,
Robin." At the same time, Sean was bent over me, hugging around my
middle. He was increasing his pounding, thrusting harder into my boy hole,
and I could hear the slapping of his bare pubis against my skinny
globes. My poor anus hurt so good.

I rubbed Peter faster, one hand above the other, and increased my suction
on his helpless helmet. He growled and pulled off of my boyhood. Through my
gripping fingers, I felt the first jet of his hot man magma bursting
through his penis, before shooting out and filling my mouth. I quickly
swallowed the viscous goo as another load filled my mouth again. I choked
back a cough and pulled back, swallowing what I could, and letting the rest
cover my face. It didn't taste very good, so as he slowly settled, I milked
him with my hands. Thankfully, he'd cum so many times that night that there
wasn't a lot left in his man dairy.

As Peter heaved and caught his breath, he gently jacked my little tool. "I
guess you have had some practice," he chuckled, then filled his mouth with
all me again. Sucking hard, sit was like he wanted to swallow me into
him. The furious fire in my butt and nuts grew as I was pleasured from
front and back. And then I could take no more. My anus clenched onto Sean,
making him gasp, and I came hard and dry. Pulses of deep, fiery pleasure
raged our across my quivering body, and then I fell once again into the
void.

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Groggily, I woke later under the covers, curled around Jason's naked,
sleeping form. I could see Jason's arm folded over Zach, who was lightly
snoring, and I felt Sean curled behind me, his soft little briefs pressing
against my nude butt. I sighed, and fell back asleep.