Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2019 02:45:04 +0000 From: hn631z+15v5xhilq3cng@guerrillamail.com Subject: Robin's Adventures - Part 25 | G Memorial Day weekend arrived, and that meant school would be over in a week. The June Gloom enveloped San Diego in a continuous overcast shroud, but the water was starting to warm up. I'd switched from a full wet-suit and booties to my knee and elbow-length Spring suit, to surf at dawn every day before school. From surfing, swim league and ballet practice, I was starting to show some serious leg and shoulder strength - at least, for a late-blooming 13 year old. I hoped I'd even enter puberty by the time my boyfriend Jason got home that summer. But I was hoping in vain, as parents didn't really go to endocrinologists in the 70s over late development, and all the men on my mom's side of the family were notoriously behind their peers' growth as kids. Besides, for some reason, Jason liked my hairlessness. But I really wanted to shoot sperm like my friend Zach and he did (usually down my thirsty throat). Zach knew how much I missed Jason. Once in a while, I'd cry in his arms at night, when he slept over at my place. He was spending that long weekend at our house, while his hippie parents went to some Rainbow Family gathering in Yosemite. Usually, they took him. But that weekend, he really wanted to take his girlfriend Meg to the movies, so after their date on Friday, he came home to our place. As usual, he was supercharged with frustrated horniness. Meg (who was also a friend of mine), was also a bit behind in the development department. Zach didn't care, because she was super cute, smart and a lot of fun. But she was also taking things very slowly. She'd let Zach reach inside her bra while they made out, and she'd stroke the outline of his raging hard-on through his pants - but only for a minute. The first time she'd rubbed his dick, Zach came almost immediately, flooding his tighty-whities and scaring Meg with his spasms. So she backed off. Fortunately for me, Zach like boys a little bit more than girls. And as puberty was hitting him like a hammer, he needed constant relief. He told me he was beating it 2-3 times a day, and that's even when I'd blow him or give him a hand job, as well. I'd given Zach a key to the house, so when he got home around midnight, my family and I'd already gone to bed. I was sound asleep when he slid his hand into the sheer little undies my mom mail-ordered from her native Germany. Slowly I woke up to fingers gently gripping my throbbing 3.5 inches. I sighed as he gently stroked, and kissed my cheek. Turning to kiss Zach on the lips, I smelled fresh, minty toothpaste. His lips were so soft, and I reached up to comb his long dark hair away from his eyes. "How was your date?" I whispered. "Great! Meg's so fucking cool. I think I'm in love with her." "Duh. I knew you were meant for her." I leaned in to press my lips against his once again, and traced a finger down Zach's slender chest and stomach, to the rigid 4-inch pole pressing out against his Fruit of the Looms. In the slight moonlight streaming through my window, his briefs almost glowed in the dark, and made this willowy 8th grader look so sexy. I clasped him gently around the cotton-clad crown, and he sighed into my mouth. Our tongues tapped and pressed, and our lips danced more vigorously. Using a thumb and two fingers, I caressed around and around his raging mushroom head, and I felt his undies growing moist as he grew even harder. Zach reached his other hand into my briefs, to clutch and massage my little marbles, trapped against the high archway of my thighs by my taught little scrotum, His middle finger pressed and rubbed my perineum, while he stroked my furiously hard dick faster. I slid both hands into his underpants. With one, I reached all the way into his pouch and gently rolled his much bigger balls in his low-hanging, skin-tight scrotum. I could almost feel the veins, and his testicles pulled as his dick pulsed into my other hand. Zach was slick with copious pre-cum, and he groaned as my fingers slid up and back his pounding boyhood. I could feel a few soft hairs growing back around his base and balls, and knew he'd want my sister to sugar wax his pubes again, soon. Stroking me harder, Zach pulled away from my lips and nibbled my ear lobe, making me groan, then rolled me over onto my belly. We both wished he could fuck my ass, but I was too tight for anyone but my little brother's friends, so I was happy to let him hump my buns. I raised my ass so he could pull down my tight briefs, but he was in too much of a hurry. I felt his cotton-sheathed hardness press in between my hard little buns, as Zach's willowy thighs clamped around the outside of my legs. Running his arms through my armpits to hold my shoulders from the front, Zach wasted no time fucking my cleft. I felt his pre-cum moistening my briefs, and knew he was desperate to cum. He ground furiously between cheeks, while his breathing grew short, and he choked back moans. "God you feel so good, Robin!" Zach whispered into my ear, before his tongue followed, making me pant. I was grinding my little cock into the mattress in time with the plowing pole racing up and back in my love valley. Zach humped my underwear-wrapped ass feverishly faster. It couldn't have been more than 2 minutes before he growled, and heaved his hips hard into my backside. I could feel flooding jets of cum soaking his briefs and wetting mine. Slowly he finished thrusting, then stopped to drape his arms around me, and kiss my neck. After he got his breath under control, he whispered. "Sorry, I think I made a mess." "Yeah, you're a bad, bad little boy," I smiled with my head on my side. "No wonder you scared Meg." He giggled, then grew serious. "Do you think she'll touch it, soon?" I thought about it. "I dunno. But until then, your dick is mine!" We both quietly laughed, then Zach got up. Peeling his drenched briefs off, he used them to clean himself up, then pulled my undies off to clean my bottom. As he lay back down, I rolled over, and my dick sprang upwards, demanding attention. Zach needed no encouragement. After gently kissing me on the lips, he traced his tongue down my skinny chest, around my hard little nipples, and then licked around my navel. Soon, he kissed and licked all the way to bald, little-boy pubis. Kissing around and around my base, he then took my tight, smooth little bag into his mouth. Tracing my tiny nuts with his tongue, he delicately fluted his fingertips up and down my slender hardness. I was choking moans as Zach lifted my knees up to my chest. I wrapped both arms to keep my thighs against my skinny tummy. I'd gone for a night swim, so I knew I was clean when Zach's tongue tip probed my clenching little hole. Around and around my tight muscle ring, he mostly kissed and licked until I was soaked with saliva. Then I felt his thumb slowly enter me. I gasped as the tip poked through. Gently, his digit slid further into my ass, until he pressed my button, and I choked a cry. With the other fingers of that hand, Zach cupped and kneaded my swollen little sack, pulling my dick up from where it pounded against my pubis. Forming a tight seal with his lips under my angry mushroom head, Zach sucked, and gently rubbed my pee hole with his tongue tip. I couldn't stop my hips, as they rocked back against his thumb, and up into his mouth. Zach licked and sucked, and his hot mouth felt like wet heaven. Forming an "O" with the finger and thumb on his free hand, Zach stroked my shaft ahead of his plunging lips. The double friction built and I could feel my orgasm looming. Zach sensed my climax approaching, and sucked and stroked harder and faster, while thumb-fucking the hell out of me. Within moments, the itchy fire exploded from behind and within my nuts, and I choked a shriek with my diaphragm. I grit my teeth hard as the wave of intense pleasure detonated out, and my little boy penis spasmed drily between Zach's lips. Stars erupted across my vision, and I fell into sleep. ================================= "Robin! Robin! Wake up," my 10-year-old brother Chris whispered in my ear, while gently shaking my shoulder. My older sister Lori had already woken him, helping him out of a dry diaper before he came to get me to go surfing. I smiled when he whispered he'd had another dry night. Like him, I'd been a bedwetter, but I grew out of it by the time I was ten. Chris was taking a little longer, but over the last couple of months, he'd been down to wetting maybe once a week. So he was definitely getting over it. Trying not to wake Zach, I pulled on my snug little blue and orange swim briefs. I'd gotten them before we moved from Zurich to San Diego's North County, almost 2 years before. So they were really tight, and I'd need to toss them soon. I joined my sister and brother in the garage to pull on our wetsuits. Lori drove us to the point for a couple of hours surfing sweet, glassy waves. We got home about 9 A.M., and rinsed in the outdoor shower. With my towel hanging from my shoulders, I entered the kitchen and found Zach eating a bowl of cereal in a fresh pair of briefs. He gazed up and down my naked body, and a slight smile pulled around the spoon in his mouth. I felt my dick twitch. I ran upstairs, pulled on clean pair of underpants, and then rejoined Zach. I could hear my dad's typewriter clacking away in the office, and figured he was working on another paper. After we finished eating, cleaned up and brushed out teeth, we got organized for snorkeling. Zach had his own mask, fins and snorkel, but needed to borrow a wetsuit. I went upstairs and got my black swim team speedo, and met him in the garage, where my full winter suit was hanging. As Zach peeled his tight Fruit of the Looms off his lithe frame, I admired his slender form and creamy, round buttocks. He caught me checking him out, and grinned. He was just a little bigger than me, so I knew the Speedo would fit. His low-hanging sack was so tight, it was like skin had been poured over some veins and two balls. From the back, he often looked like a slender girl. From the front, he was an adolescent boy beauty. I was so tempted to clasp his penis as it swung around, but was soon hidden in tight black Spandex. But I loved the way it hugged his flaccid meat. The wetsuit fit, and we gathered out stuff into a small duffel bag. I pulled on my damp swim briefs, and we both wore board shorts over our nut-huggers when my mom drove us to the La Jolla Cove. She needed to check on a project at her research lab, which was near UCSD, at the north end of town. The Cove is a pretty little beach that draws tourists from all over. Right next to it, however, are a series of caves half submerged in a 100-foot cliff. The deep waters surrounding are an underwater preserve, where no fishing or shellfish gathering is allowed. Mom dropped us off, and we planted ourselves in a corner of the quickly filling beach. We blew up a little surf raft, suited up, and were soon in the water. With both of us draped horizontally across the rectangular, tubed air raft, we kicked across to the caves, while staring at the wonders below. Moray eels and bright orange garibaldi swam through mountains of eel grass. When a blue shark weaved by, Zach squealed, his voice hilariously breaking through his snorkel. At some point, I felt Zach's hand rubbing my tight little neoprene-sheathed bottom. He kept caressing me as we slowly drifted into one of the further caves. The light barely illuminated the Pacific lobsters shuttling around below us, but I didn't care. My hand was on the tight slick wrapper holding Zach's creamy, soft buns. As we drifted all the way to the dry rocks at the back of the cave, Zach and I pulled the snorkels out of our mouths and grinned. "Nobody's anywhere near," he said, in a low and sultry voice. "Let's go behind those rocks." I squeezed his butt hard, making him squeal again, though this time, his voice stayed in one key. Moments later, we'd shed our gear, lain the air mattress on the rocky, dry ground behind a boulder at the back of the cave, and were furiously making out. I loved the sound of our slick wetsuits squeaking, and the snug, full-body squeeze of neoprene, though my bone was throbbing in an awkward position. With every heartbeat, my hardness fought against its taught prison. Sliding my hand down between Zach's legs, I could feel his boy pole pulsating behind layers of rubbery wrapping. As if reading my mind, Zach pulled his mouth away from mine, panting, "Let's get these out of the way." I nodded, and he rolled on his stomach so I could pull his back zipper down, then we traded places. Soon, we had peeled our wetsuits down to mid-thigh, and resumed sucking face. I'd readjusted, so now our boners pressed against one another in the same direction, up towards our bellies, while clasped in Spandex holsters. Through the thin fabric of our tight little swimsuits, I could feel Zach's cock pound against mine, and our hips began to thrust against one another. Occasionally gulping air, we kissed more frantically, sucking each other's tongues, and groping one another's tightly bound behinds. Zach rolled me onto my back. When I brought it for snorkeling, I had no idea the air mattress would become a low-tech sex bed. And I was glad I wasn't laying on bare rock when Zach pulled my wetsuit all the way to my ankles and spread my knees. Kneeling between my legs, he rested his elbows on either side of my chest, and lowered down to press his lips to mine. As his tongue entered my mouth, I felt his hardness press against mine. Within moments, our hips built friction in our boy loins. I clutched his soft, slender buns with each hand, pulling him into me with fierce passion. Zach rested his head next to mine, his wet brown hair merging with my long blond locks. We were focused and humped hard and furiously. The air mattress added extra bounce when I thrust up into my friend. I was moaning and panting, as Zach huffed into my ear, "Your so fucking hot, Robin. Fuck this feels good!" As our grinding grew more frantic, and our dicks grew more furious, pounding and pounding and rubbing and rubbing, my little love stick itched even more from salt water, and I knew I was about to erupt. Thankfully, Zach was keeping pace, and his hard bare nipples pressed into my chest while he thrust hard into me. My skinny, hard little butt clenched, as I felt the eruption bloom. Swelling out from behind my small, bare nuts, the itchy fire flared, and my tiny love purse pulled taught to fire impotently through my little love gun. I stifled my groan as my hips exploded upward, and through an explosion of galaxies, I heard the distant music of Zach crying in delight. And then, I fell into the void. Some time later, I groggily awoke to the sound of waves gently lapping on rocks, as Zach was pulling my wetsuit back up my legs "How long?" I asked. My low blood pressure, plus my tendency to hold my breath as my climax built meant that I frequently passed when I came. "5 minutes, maybe?" Zach said, smiling. "It's cold, and you were getting goose bumps, so I thought it was time to get us covered." I smiled back. Because he was a really kind person he'd started with me first, and his wetsuit was still handing around his knees. Just as I was about to standup to pull mine up up my chest and over my shoulders, we heard laughing voices coming toward the chamber. We lay back down when we heard a group swim into the cave's entrance. As Zach snuggled next to me, I brushed the hair out of his eye, then mischievously leaned in to gently kiss his soft lips. His eyes went wide, but then he grinned, and his tongue entered my mouth. The swimmers on the other side of the boulder had no idea 2 boys were 10 feet away, sucking face. So I took things to the next level, sliding my hand down Zach's lithe tummy, and into the cum-filled Speedos, clutching his rapidly re-erecting pole. He sighed into my mouth, and kissed me harder. For a guy in love with a girl, he sure loved to kiss me. The risk of getting caught made it so much sexier. As the voices "oooed" and "aawed" about the opal eye schools swimming in the cave, I used some of Zach's voluminous goo to gently twirl my fingers around his throbbing, circumcised head. His hips involuntarily spasmed toward my hand. Lying on my side, with a knee and wetsuit-tangled leg draped over Zach's thigh, I pressed my achingly hard little 3.5 inch bone into his slim hip. At the same time, I slid my fingers all the way down his sperm-slicked meat, to gently squeeze his skinny scrotum. Pulling his lips from mine, Zach gritted his teeth to strangle a growl, as the laughing people splashed around on the other side of our camouflaging rock. With my cum-lubricated palm, I stroked the the length of his dick's underside, from his frenulum to the base and back again. Soon the voices drifted off with plenty of splashing, and I knew were alone again in our sex grotto. The only sounds competing with gently splashing waves were our panting and moans, and the very light squelching of my hand polishing Zach's semen-soaked sausage. I wrapped my thumb around the upper half of Zach's cock, to hold him firmly, and stroked him faster, while I humped into him harder. We were kissing again, our tongues twining and tapping, and lips engulfing each other. Our breathing grew faster, and I leaned down to gently nibble on his nipple, making the 8th-grader quietly cry out. As I sucked on his diamond hard tit, I pumped his 4 inches for dear life. Implausibly, it felt like he grew even harder in my hand. "Don't slow down, Robin!" Zach whispered. "Go faster!" And I did, pulling a river of pre-cum from his depths. My hips plowed harder, and my dick felt so good rubbing through smooth Spandex against Zach's soft, slender side. As I stroked and humped more vigorously, I heard Zach's distinctive, mounting moans, Though whispered, his wordless pleas echoed through the cavern, and I felt the first pulse of boy milk jet through his cock, and out his love nozzle. His back arched, and his hips rose. I could barely hold on as a second and third burst of cum shot out of Zach, filling those black Speedos. He relaxed back down, as I felt his dick spasm a couple more times. Delicately, I milked his very last drops into those cummy swim briefs, then gently clasped him while he caught his breath. At last he turned and smiled. "That was so fucking good," he whispered. "Did you cum?" I smiled and shook my head. "It doesn't matter," I said, giving his softening penis a gentle squeeze. "I love making you orgasm." Zach leaned in to kiss me gently on the lips, then whispered, "It does matter. Lie back." I did as he instructed, and Zach slowly kissed and licked down my neck to my sensitive nipples. He spent minutes gently kissing, sucking and licking them, before making his way down my tummy to my waist. My dick was so hard it hurt, and it pulsated in vain against its tight Spandex prison. First running his thumb and forefinger up and down either side of the fleshy boy tube pulling up the front of my swim briefs, he spent a few minutes teasing me, until I begged him to make me cum. Zach pulled the front my tight swim suit down below my smooth, walnut-sized scrotum, releasing my angry little love gun. With two fingers and his thumb, he stroked my stem, while he leaned down to draw his hot, wet tongue across the tip of my quivering helmet. My buns clenched, and I moaned. Zach sealed his lips tightly around my crown, sucking hard, while his tongue polished round and round my tortured glans. I was stifling cries as his lips finally slid down my shaft, in time with his stroking fingers. Up and back his fingers stroked me hard, while his mouth siphoned waves of pleasure from deep within my bowels. I'd been so worked up when he started sucking my knob that I knew I wouldn't last long. I couldn't. Zach's swirling tongue and pumping fingers ignited my dry, pre-pubescent climax. From balls to belly, the itchy fire detonated, and my hips pumped upward. This time, I was huffing too hard, and I couldn't help but loudly groan, "Yess!" I'm sure my orgasmic grunts could be heard by anyone rowing or swimming by, but I didn't care. And as pulse after pulse of dry pleasure throttle out of my dick and into Zach's hot little mouth, I grew dizzy sank into a cloud of utter contentment. ======================================================= Eventually, we made our way back to the Cove. There was a large grassy park above the beach, with a small building holding separate toilets, showers and changing areas for men and women. After rinsing off ourselves and our gear, we found a secluded stretch of lawn to eat the lunch we'd packed. Then spent the rest of the afternoon tossing a frisbee, wrestling, and lying in the sun. Occasionally, we'd jump in the water to cool off, shivering as we got out. We even got into a sea weed fight with a couple of kids from Phoenix, then lead them around a rock to watch sea lions. We hadn't bothered pulling on our board shorts, and a couple of locals sneered at our nut huggers as they skated by. We didn't care. We were having too much fun. But finally it was time to find a pay phone to call my mom at her biomedical research lab. When I think about that, I'm amazed at how much we've become dependent on mobile phones. When she finished working, she picked us up at the park, and drove us home. Naturally, we'd forgotten sun tan lotion (basically, very weak sunscreen), and had gotten pretty red. We went up to my room, striped naked and I took turns rubbing Solarcaine cream on each other. By the time we were through, our prongs were once again quivering with desire. But we were all going out for dinner soon, so reluctantly, Zach and I pulled on our clothes, and headed downstairs. When we got home later, I couldn't wait to take off my clothes, as my red skin was itching like crazy. Zach and I went to my room and striped to our briefs, and rubbed more Solarcaine into each other. I loved how Zach's snowy white Fruit of the Looms contrasted with his bright red skin, and I really was about to suck on the pole tenting his underpants when there was a knock on my door. It was my little brother Chris, wearing nothing but a t-shirt. Because it was Saturday night, our usual routine was for me to get my little brother ready for bed right after dinner, so we could have separate schedules. Chris came in, and stopped when he saw the erections pressing up our tight briefs, then smiled. "You guys always have boners," he giggled. I went to bathroom, returning with diaper supplies. After I set down the changing mat and folded cloth diapers, Chris lay down in position and spread his legs. I poured some oil on his small, 1.5 inch uncut tool. As I spread it around his crotch and butt, Chris' dick strained upward, growing to 2.5 throbbing inches. He reached up and grabbed my prick as it softened in my undies. "Hey," I squealed, then grabbed his bone by the shaft. "Two can play at that game." The 10-year-old sighed, as I used a greasy thumb and forefinger to peel back his hood, and delicately stroke his super sensitive head. Unlike me, Chris was born in Switzerland, and circumcision was not the routine procedure it was in the U.S., so he was lucky to have all the tactile sensation that Zach and I did not. And when my finger tips twirled around his crown, he moaned loudly, squeezing my now re-engorged dick through its's sheer cotton prison. Zach knelt on Chris' other side, leaning down to kiss my brother's nipples. His fingers gently caressed Chris' belly with big circles, then traced down to the younger boy's tight little sack, barely visible at the base of his tiny boy meat. Zach rolled Chris' minuscule testicles with his fingertips, while I stroked my brother's quivering prong. Chris reached into my tight little blue German briefs, and grabbed hold of my desperately thrumming pole. Then he reached into Zach's underpants to clasp him as well. Soon, he was masturbating us in tempo with the pleasure I was bringing to his little cock. The room filled with moans and gasps, and Chris' hips started to piston toward my hand, while his enraged purple head appeared and disappeared behind his velvety soft hood. Zach sat back up, and I could see his briefs were damp with pre-cum, while Chris' fist pounded away beyond the elastic divide. My friend was a boy-milk dairy. Chris' face reddened, and his chest heaved hard, and I knew he wouldn't hold out much longer. So I rubbed him faster and more furiously, until he gasped, thrusting his pelvis into the air, humping into my hand. I felt his little pole spasm a couple of times, then he lay back, spent. His eyes were closed, and I knew that he was fast asleep, with his hands still in the underpants of two older boys. I looked over at Zach and we both shrugged, grinning. I quickly finished getting Chris into his diapers and plastic pants, then put away the changing supplies. Zach and I were still achingly hard and hungry for release, so we lay on my queen size bed, and kissed and caressed, and rolled around. As we traced our fingers around each other's slender bodies, I was really grateful to have a friend that was so natural about just having fun and letting nature take its course. Looking back, I think this is when I started to have my doubts about my boyfriend Jason, who was so afraid of being his own gay self. Anyway, our hands were in each other's undies, pulling furiously on each other's turgid wands, while our lips and tongues wrestled. Zach's cock was slathered in pre-cum when I pulled it free of his briefs. I broke away from our kiss to lean down toward his drooling 4 inch boyhood. As I wrapped my lips around his tumescence, Zach spun around to face my crotch. Pulling down the front of my thin little briefs to hook the waistband under my nuts, Zach ran his tongue up and back my quivering meat. At the same time, I drew my tongue across his tip. His pre-cum tasted a little salty, but not strong, like his semen did, and I happily swallowed every drop, cleaning up and back, and up and back. His veiny boyhood throbbed against my tongue, and the roof of my mouth. I was starting to conquer my gag reflex, and I could get him a little ways into my throat. Zach moaned hard into my dick, and I licked and sucked his quivering pink flesh. With one hand, I fondled his skinny scrotum, and with the other, I stroked the base of his slender staff. We were both panting through our noses, and I could barely take a second round of Zach's rapacious mouth in one day. Our buns clenched and unclenched, and I felt Zach's balls pull in readiness for his building climax. As the room filled with slurping sounds and muffled moans, my tiny balls tried to retreat back into my body. Zach shuddered, and through my fingers, I felt his first load fire through that beautiful cock, before it hit the back of my mouth. Furiously pumping him with lips and fingers, I pulled 2 more jets from his nozzle, before he drily spasmed. After the earlier sex that day, his goo was thin, but still tasted strongly, and though it wasn't my favorite flavor, I greedily swallowed it all. Zach had pulled away from my dick, and held it gently while he writhed through his climax. But only moments later, he sealed his lips around my helmet, sucking hard, while torturing my pee hole with his tongue. His fingers stroked my stem, while his mouth Hoovered my knob. At the same time, I felt the back of my briefs pulling down, and fingers brushing into my tender crevice. Moments later, Zach's middle finger entered me, and I quaked from from the deliciously painful pleasure. I felt my dry load chambered in my pre-pubescent magazine when Zach's finger pressed my button. It took only a few more strokes of his fingers on my shaft, a few licks across my glans, and that insistent rubbing in my hole for the explosion to burst across my vision, and darkness to fall. When I woke up, Zach was in clean, fresh undies, curled around me, and Chris had gone downstairs to watch TV with my family. So we pulled on t-shirts and went down to join them. ========================================= Because we were going to Disneyland the next day, my parents, Zach, Chris and I all went to bed by 9. Lori had a shift at her job on Sundays, so she and her boyfriend Jeremy stayed up watching TV and snogging. Zach and I peeled off our t-shirts and crawled into bed. I was exhausted and half asleep when my head hit the pillow. I was lying on my side when Zach spooned around me. I felt his hardness press between my cotton-clad buns, as his arms wrapped around me. "Does that thing ever sleep?" I murmured. He chuckled. "I wish. Sorry." "That's OK. Here." I pulled his hand from my skinny stomach, and pushed it inside the waistband of my thin little briefs. I wasn't hard, but if he needed relief, he could use me. "Thanks, Robin," he whispered, and his thumb and forefinger gently caressed me, while his slender 4 inches began to rhythmically slide up and back through my slender ass canyon. It wasn't long before I felt moisture seeping through his briefs and into mine. I gradually grew hard, as Zach kissed the back of my neck through my long, blonde hair, and slowly stroked my bald, undeveloped dick. With increasing speed, he plowed the cottony softness of young divide, quietly grunting and stroking me harder. My dick was sore from a day of adventure, but soon I needed his tender pulls as much as he needed to hump my ass. I pressed back into his boyhood, and forward into his vigorously pleasuring fingers. I loved Zach's hot, needful intimacy, and as his fingers stroked me in time with his thrusting hips, I knew I wouldn't last long. At last, Zach groaned, and pressed hard into my bottom. With two more explosive humps, I felt wetness drench my ass. His humping slowly stopped, and his breathing slowed. Then his hand went back to work. Gripping me hard, his hand flew inside my briefs, and I could hear elastic tearing, as his friction built against my furiously hard love stick. As he pulled me to the brink, I gasped and shuddered. "So. Good!" I moaned. And then the explosion detonated in my tender groin. Itchy, spermless fire flared out into Zach's soft hands, and as I choked back a cry, night fell. ============================================= It would be a couple of years before I understood first-hand (so to speak) how hormone-crazy Zach was. So I wasn't surprised when I woke in the middle of the night to his cock once again grinding into my butt. I went back to sleep, and woke up to crusty undies when the alarm went off. We stopped to pick up my brother's close buddy Pablo, before hitting the trail. Driving north to Disneyland was quick, back then. First, we'd get on the 5, driving through the flower farms that are long gone. Then, an hour's drive past Camp Pendleton and a lot of (now long-gone) orange groves lead to smoggy Anaheim. When I say smoggy, I really mean it. If you didn't live in LA or Orange County, your lungs would hurt within hours of arrival. I loved Disneyland. We went a couple of times a year. But back then, there was no all-day pass thing. You got a bunch of tickets with greater and lesser value for rides of greater and lesser demand. So, you had to buy more premium tickets for the newest rides You'd spend a lot of time on older, less exciting attractions, to burn tickets. Zach and I figured out how to make those rides a lot more exciting. But it started in one of the most popular: the Pirates of the Caribbean. Chris, Pablo, Zach and I were in back seat of the boat. Maybe half-way through, I felt Zach's fingertips inside my naked thigh, gliding up and back. I glanced at him, and he was smiling, through seemingly focused on cannons firing. Soon, his fingertips slid into the leg opening of my shorts, and I felt his forefinger lightly stroking my balls through my underwear, and I grew rock hard. Two could play at that game, and so my fingers traced around Zach's bare thigh, until I gently reached inside. I slowly caressed the feathery soft cotton wrapping his package. Through the corner of my eye, I saw him squirm, as I gently rubbed his hot, pillowy boyhood. But before we could get any farther, the ride was ending, and we had to quickly readjust our bones before getting out of the boat. In the long line to the Haunted Mansion, we both started to deflate, though every so often, he'd give my slender behind a surreptitious squeeze. Almost immediately after our two seater car plunged into darkness, we were unzipping each others' shorts, and sliding fingers in to gently rub our quickly swelling briefs. We paid little attention to the singing ghosts, as our engorged dicks quivered against delicate finger teasing. Soon, we were making out. As my lips traced along Zach's soft mouth, I cupped his jaw with one hand, while scissoring my thumb and index up and down his cotton-clad crown. While his undies started to moisten, Zach slid his tongue into my mouth, and gently pulled at my erection with leisurely precision. Then the ride was over, and again, we frantically sorted ourselves out. In every ride where we could, we teased each other recklessly. I'd like to think we were competing to see who could go longest without cumming, but by the fourth time, we were both desperately needy for release, and we weren't going soft. Thankfully, briefs can secure your hard-on so it runs vertically behind your zipper, And also, we were both kind of small, in large, concealing t-shirts. Very quickly, in Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, I'd expertly snaked my fingers through Zach's zipper and the fly of his underpants, releasing his dick head into the air. I only got a few licks of juice before we had to hide the sausages again. Our luck hit finally when hit passed the Skyway. It was a gondola ride from Fantasyland to Tomorrowland, leading through a tunnel in the Matterhorn. I winked at Zach, and pled with my parents to ride it. I knew Pablo was scared of heights, so my folks hit the Dumbo ride with Chris and Pablo, while we took climbed into a gondola and took off into the sky. By the time we were 50 feet away, I was on my knees between Zach's legs, yanking his shorts and undies down to his knees. Clasping Zach's oozing dick by the base with one hand, I gently kneaded his fully-loaded balls with the other, and licked up and back, making Zach moan loudly. When I sealed my lips behind his ridge, he cried out, and thrust his hips toward me. His slender four inches slid all the way to the back of my mouth, and I loosened my mouth grip so he could enter my throat. I managed to not gag and slid my head back, sucking hard, and stroking him with my hand. Licking and sucking, I bobbed my head faster, while Zach clutched my hair with both hands. We entered the loud Matterhorn tunnel, and screaming patrons rode past, oblivious to the 13-year-old oral sex floating past. We barely emerged from the mountain when Zach bucked his hips, and the first viscous geyser hit the back of my mouth. Swallowing quickly, I retreated to his helmet, and sucked his knob for all it was worth, while stroking his pounding love gun furiously. He groaned and gasped, as I milked every last drop from his nozzle. And not soon enough, as we were seconds away from docking at the tramway when Zach pulled up his clothes. We had to get out, and get into line again to return to Fantasyland. While waiting, Zach's sneaky hand cupped my thrumming pole, keeping me in a frenzy of desire. Finally, we were soaring away, and Zach was hunched over my naked crotch. First, he sucked on my tightly straining little bag, barely separate from my body, while he stroked my shaft. With each stroke, he'd twirl his fingertips around my glans, before pulling back down again. I was high above ant-sized people, with deliciously girly boy lips locked around my dick. It was near noon, and getting hot in Anaheim, and I was getting dizzy by the time Zach locked his lips around my hardness. As he licked and sucked my 3.5 inches of bald boy meat, he cupped my saliva-soaked scrotum with the palm of his hand, rubbing a finger from my perineum to my hole. Stroking my underside several time, he then rubbed his middle finger around my muscle ring, willing me to open. I was gasping as Zach worked me, and when his finger finally entered me, his suction drained my dry cum out. We were just entering the Matterhorn tunnel as the explosion erupted. This time, I didn't care about silence, and I joined the chorus of screaming from the bobsleds sliding by. Zach sucked me hard and furiously, and I screamed and screamed, and beat the back of his shoulders with my palms. And soon enough, I slumped away, sighing with contentment.I didn't pass out, and as we floated out of the Matterhorn, Zach helped me with my clothes. Sitting next to me, he leaned over for a quick kiss on the lips and smiled. "Seems like it was a good one." I chuckled. "You have no idea how good." "Maybe now we can enjoy the rides like normal boys," he said. We met up with my family, and we all took a lunch break, then we headed over to Tomorrowland on foot. We made a stop at the Matterhorn. For some reason, though he hated heights, Pablo loved roller coasters. And as we waited in the long line, I remembered how his bone-white briefs complemented his beautiful olive skin. "Maybe some day..." I thought, and my dick twitched. Quickly, I looked away and analyzed every detail of the park I could take in, banishing sex from my mind. When we got to the bobsleds, Chris and Pablo took the front seat, one in front of the other. I sat in front of Zach, my slim bottom against the front of his corduroy shorts. I felt his hands pull me by the hips until I was on his lap, and I could feel a new hardness pressing into my ass. I half-turned my head to ask him if he was kidding, when the bobsled lurched forward into a climb. Zach ground his hips up into me, pulling my hips in time. Grabbing the handle bars, I started using my own leverage to thrust my buns against his dick. Zach's hands moved from my hips to unbutton the top of my shorts, and slide into my briefs. Cupping and stroking my sore little penis, he soon had me inflating again, before we took the first drop. Through the spine-yanking mayhem, Zach kept humping my ass, and slowly stroked my turgid boy pole. With a final spasm of his hips, his hands stopped moving and merely clutched me tightly. The wind howled through our long tangles of hair, as he slowly released me, and I buttoned back up, just as our bobsled hit the water. Zach wrapped his arms around my chest to squeeze me, and whisper in my ear, "I've always loved that ride." I chuckled, hoping hoping he'd keep loving it.