Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2019 20:45:47 +0000
From: gy480v+e09h9p5c80z9o@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 6 | G <YF>

I burrowed one arm under our pillows, and brought Jason's head into the
crook of my arm, stroking his long, shiny, light brown waterfall of hair,
brushing it toward his shoulders. Naked and still recovering from the mind
blowing orgasm he'd given me from my first blow job, I sighed as he leaned
into give me a gentle kiss.

The damp hardness of his still untouched cock pressed longingly through his
briefs into my side. It throbbed, and I could see the need in my
13-year-old boyfriend's face, as I gently kissed those full lips, and ran
my other hand down his side, along the leg draped across my stomach.

I smiled and said, "My turn," and rolled him onto his back. With my knees
straddling his stomach, I sat back on his enraged boner, smirking as he
moaned lightly. A gorgeous angel was trapped between my thighs. Lean and
muscular, he had a kind of farmer's tan from playing tennis every
day. Lightly golden brown skin reached from his neck up to his scalp, and
from the middle of his biceps to the end of his fingers. A section of
golden skin ran from just his upper thighs, to just below his knees, where
tube socks usually covered his calves. It was the 70's and so, tube
socks. Anyway, everywhere else was milky white. At the time, I thought it
was really sexy. Everything about him was sexy.

I lightly ran my finger tips over his abs, and up his chest, and gently
rocked my buttocks back and forth on his throbbing bone. His pelvis rocked
in time, pressing his cloth-covered love rocket between my butt cheeks, and
the dampness from his voluminous pre-cum leaked through the soft cotton of
his Fruit-of-the-Looms and lightly slicked my anal ally. I pressed downward
on his needy dick. My flaccid 2 incher was starting to grow again. His
humping became more insistent, and I lightly tweaked his nipples while he
moaned a little more loudly. His breathing grew harder as he pushed his
throbbing, cotton covered lust pistol harder and harder into my ass
crevice.

"I'm getting ready to cum," he growled.

"Not yeeeet....." I sang quietly, and got back on all fours, with my hands
on either side of his head. "I want you in my mouth."

There was a hungry desperation in his eyes before I kissed each one closed,
then delicately kissed all around his beautiful face. Caressing his lips
with mine, our mouths opened and our tongues met, first delicately, and
then more more urgently. I lightly bit his lip, then continued my way down
his neck. Alternately kissing and nibbling, I left bits of saliva across
his shoulders, collar bones, and firm pecs, until my tongue reached his
nipples. With fingertips brushing and tweaking alternately on those
dime-sized treasures, I'd lightly flick my tongue across the other, before
sucking and nibbling the rocky hardness.

He was breathing heavier, and I could see through the corner of my eye his
hips were working involuntarily against the air. I almost giggled. Teasing
Jason was lots of fun after the torment he'd put me through.

I took my time kissing and caressing around his stomach, as my knees worked
their way past his. Soon, I was I was just above the boy tube pounding and
stretching his soft white briefs. Very, very lightly, I kissed the damp
outline of his mushroom head, then the pouch holding his hot, smooth nads,
before going to work on the insides of his thighs.

I could hear pouting exasperation as he groaned again, and I kissed and
caress my way down the insides of his muscular legs to his feet. Massaging
the sole of one foot, then the other with both hands, I sucked lightly on
each of his toes, making Jason moan even more. Lightly running my tongue in
on his leg muscles, my hands rubbed harder on the inside of his thighs
until they reached the heat radiating from his cotton-swaddled
balls. Lightly rubbing round and round his cloth-imprisoned sperm banks, I
kissed my way along the length of his moistened briefs. I loved the scent
of Jason's lust, as I ran my lips up and back on his no-doubt painfully
hard erection.

"Please," he gasped, "Stop torturing me!"

"Hmmm," I replied, in mock contemplation, "I don't know about that."

"Arrrggggh!" His hips pressed upward, driving that pre-cum-soaked cotton
tube into my face.

"Something's inside your undies. I wonder what it is..." I grabbed the blue
and gold waist band, and slowly pulled his briefs down and out to make way
for his ivory and pink snake. After I pulled his tight white underpants
off, my boyfriend was finally naked, the way I liked him. Spreading his
almost hairless legs, I got on my knees between his thighs. I didn't think
he could hold out much longer, and I really wanted to taste his fat five
inches. Carefully, I grasped his pre-cum slicked boy pole, pulling it away
from his pubic mound. He shuddered at my touch, then moaned as I kissed,
then licked his drooling head. I was growing to love Jason's boy juice,
which I'd tasted before, after masturbating him. Time for the real thing. I
took in his head. It filled much of my little mouth, but I wanted more, and
worked my way another two inches until he yelled in pain.

I quickly pulled off. "What was I doing wrong?"

He looked up at me and said, "You have to be careful with your teeth. Try
covering them with your lips."

"Sorry. You better coach me through this."

With as much patience as he could muster, he taught me how to suck
cock. Once his head was in my mouth, he had me swirl my tongue around the
head, before sucking tight with my lips, and bringing his hot tasty
hardness down the length of my tongue, toward the light dusting of pubes at
the base of dick.

"Don't try to get all of my dick in there," he fortunately warned me. "You
don't want to gag. Just take what you can."

And I did, which was about 3 inches of throbbing, gleaming 8th-grade
sausage. I worked my way up and back, sucking and licking, and licking and
sucking, while lightly rubbing his plumb-shaped sack. He brought both of
his knees up, and rested the flat of each foot on either side of my hips. I
hooked one arm under his thigh, and lightly rubbed his stomach. My other
hand gently squeezed and rubbed his smooth hairless ball purse, and I
rubbed my finger up and down the prominent ridge between his two balls. His
scrotum grew tighter against his body as my finger rubbed around his
sensitive taint, toward his boy hole. All the while I was licking and
sucking and twirling my tongue, no longer needing any instructions. I could
taste more liquid pubescence wash across my tongue as he moaned more
loudly.

"I'm about to shoot," he tried to warn me. "Here it coooooooomes!"

I didn't care. As his delicious, slightly sweet, definitely salty sex milk
burst into my mouth, I swallowed as much as I could. It tasted a little bit
like carrots. But It was too much, and a lot drooled out of my mouth. He
was huffing and grunting and I kept sucking and swallowing. After 3 bursts,
I think he was drained, but his cock was still shuddered a few more times,
then I stopped. Letting his softening pork sword pop from my mouth, I
worked my way down his shaft, cleaning up all that delicious Jason juice
with my tongue, while he trembled and panted.

"Oh my God! Robin, for a first-timer, you give great head!"

"I must be a natural," I said, and grinned. "I love having your penis in my
mouth. It feels so good."

"You didn't have to swallow my sperm, you know."

"I wanted to. I love the taste! You know, when I beat off, I think about
you cumming into my mouth."

"Really? I'm not sure I like the taste."

"Uh-huh. I can't wait to shoot cum."

"Don't hurry, Robin," he said, as I lay down beside him. "He lightly
grasped my hairless hard on, and whispered, "I love you just the way you
are,"

Jason didn't like his pubes. He'd told me he thought they looked creepy. I
didn't get it. Unfortunately, we all have to grow up some time. And if
shooting cum was half as awesome as it looked, I couldn't wait for
puberty. But, like all the males on my mom's side of the family, I was a
late bloomer, and was frequently mistaken for an 11-year old, which was
annoying for an 8th grader. I guess we'd both have trade places, were it
possible.

I felt my little love wand grow even harder under Jason's gentle touch. He
slowly stroked me, as he rolled to his side and lightly kissed me. Slowly
licking the edge of my ear, he gently rubbed all 3 inches of my little pink
pickle, before rolling me on my back.

"Just a second," he said, and stood up, as I whimpered in dismay. Walking
to his desk, he grabbed his camera. I didn't know much about cameras then,
but it was the Nikon SLR he used to shoot sports and candid shots around
school.

He walked back to the bed, as I covered up with my hands. "Waitaminute...."

Jason mock implored me, "But you let me shoot photos of you on the court?"
That was true. He burned a couple of rolls of me shooting hoops, surfing,
walking, talking.

"Not the same, dude."

He giggled. "Don't worry. If I promise no one will ever see? I just want to
jack off with more than just you in my imagination."

I thought about it for a moment, while my cock quickly deflated. "Where are
you going to get these developed?"

"It's black-and-white film. I'll develop it in my dark room." That made
sense. "Please trust me, Robin," he pleaded.

Of course I trusted him. Those magic words reminded me that I loved this
guy, and couldn't say no. Though it was winter in San Diego, and the days
were getting shorter, bright sunlight still poured through his windows,
bringing natural illumination into the room. I let him shoot several of me
lying on his bed, in various poses. At the time, I imagined they were
artful. Looking at one of the prints now, it seems like skillful, amateur
porn. And I can't get over my flaccid 2-inch circumcised penis, lying
against a smooth, tight, undescended ball bag.

As Jason put away his camera, I said, "You were going to tell me how you
learned this stuff."

"Oh yeah," he said brightly. "I was. So, remember when I said my older
brother Neil taught me how to beat off?"

I nodded. I was still envious that he learned much earlier than I.

"When he came home with blue balls from dates, he'd sneak into my bed, and
we'd trade hand jobs, or he'd hump my butt, while jerking me off. Finally,
he had a regular girl friend, and we stopped fooling around. But about a
year later, she dumped him. One night, right after bedtime, he got into my
bed naked. I knew what he needed, and I started to jack him. He rubbed me
until I was hard, then pulled off my underpants. His dick was big and hairy
- maybe seven inches, and I needed both hands. Anyway, we were doing each
other when Neil told me he wanted something different. And so he sucked me
off. I don't remember it that well, so he probably didn't put a lot of work
into it. I couldn't shoot yet, and I think he was pretty happy about
that. Then it was my turn. I was probably worse than Neil. He had to tell
me about the teeth. After a while, he grabbed my hair and started fucking
my face. I almost threw up when he gagged me with that thing. Eventually,
he pulled out because he was about to cum, and stroked himself until he
shot all over my chest. It was kind of gross, but kind of cool."

I nodded in awe, as he continued, "Before he got another girl friend a
month or two later, he'd have me blow him a couple of times a week. He
really isn't into guys, but he'd still pay me back with a hand job. One
time, Sean walked in on us. Neil panicked, but I covered. I told Sean that
I liked boys, and Neil was just being nice to me by letting me suck his
dick. Then Sean needed to find out what that meant. Which was more practice
for me."

"I want more practice!" I said.

"Good, because so do I! Let me show you where I learned my technique." He
pulled on his over-sized Chargers jersey, and tossed me my jersey. "Just in
case," he said.

Our shirts covered our junk as we left his bedroom. He lead me across the
hall to one of the storage rooms built into the hillside. At the back a
washer and dryer sat next to an enclosed space with a door, which Jason
opened. Following him in, I saw a utility bathroom that had been converted
into a dark room. An enlarger rested on a cabinet full of chemicals, trays
and stuff. He opened another cabinet that was stuffed with books and
magazine about photography. He pulled a pile off of the lowest shelf, which
he lifted up.

"Secret bottom" he said, raising an eyebrow at me. Looking back on this, I
can see the irony. Anyway, inside the 6 inch tall space were a couple of
manila folders with photo print edges sticking out, a few negative rolls,
and some magazines. Dirty magazines. He grabbed the small pile. School's in
session," he smirked, and lead me back to his room. He sat on the bed and
put the pile on floor, while I closed the door.

He held up a couple of worn looking issues of Playboy and Penthouse. The
bosomy women on the cover didn't really do anything for me. But if he was
into them...?

As if reading my mind, he said, "I read them for the articles," and then
cracked up. "No really, they have these letters sections where people write
in and describe their sex experiences. It's probably all bullshit. Still,
there's a lot about blow jobs. Neil gave them to me. I think he liked the
results."

I giggled. Then he read aloud something about a college freshman getting
blown for the first time. I got a little aroused, but all the references to
a "hot coed" wasn't appealing. Next, Jason pulled up a magazine called
"Nature Boys." Sitting closer to me, he opened the magazine across our
laps. My jaw dropped. It was filled with sexy, mostly naked boys in forests
and on beaches. Ranging in age from 8 or 10 to 18, these beauties displayed
a range of dicks in different states of development. Sadly, all of the
nudists were flaccid. Most were uncircumcised. A couple of photos showed
boys around our age, with erections pressing out against speedos or wet
underwear. By the time we got to the end of the magazine, I was rock hard.

Glancing at my proud erection, Jason told me he had a couple of other
nudist magazines, but he wanted to show me something more hard core, and
pulled up "Boy Toy." On the cover, a blond boy around 12 pressed his cheek
against another boy's 4 inches of barely pubic hardness. I gasped. I didn't
know such things existed.

I was really hungry to see what was inside, as Jason spread open the
magazine across our laps. A catalogue of hard cock, the magazine was filled
with 10-14 year olds undressing each other, stroking their own boners, and
rubbing each other's penises.

Soon, I grasped my pulsing prong, and slowly started rubbing it. Looking
over, I could see Jason's arm moving rhythmically under the magazine.

There was plenty of kissing, but then there were so many shots of boys
licking and sucking each other hard cocks. Some were hairy, most were
not. Then, I saw something I couldn't believe.

"What's he doing with that other boy?" Two skinny brunettes were first
kissing. Then one was putting his hard, hairless dick between the butt
cheeks of his bent over friend. In the final shot, he was deep inside Bun
Valley, a look of obvious pleasure across his face.

"That's butt fucking. He's fucking the other boy in the ass."

"Really? Why?" It didn't make sense to me. But it looked like they were
totally digging it.

"It feels really awesome. If you want, we can try it sometime."

I wasn't sure. The whole thing sounded a little gross.

"Can we see more blow jobs?" I asked. Jason chuckled and turned the page.

We lingered on a threesome of brunette boys, two with some pubes, a third
as bald as me. They formed a circle, their mouths clamped to each others
thick cocks. After a couple more pages, he turned to me and said, "Robin, I
don't know about you, but I need cum again."

"Me too!" I leaned in to kiss him, as he dropped the publication onto the
smut pile. I draped one arm around his shoulders, pressing him to me, while
I used my other hand to lightly trace his inner thigh. One of his hands ran
through my hair, while his other hand rubbed around my belly, moving lower.

"Wait a sec," he said. Dammit, I thought, as Jason got up to get his
camera.

"You just took some pictures," I whined. I really wanted his hands on me,
not his stupid camera.

"I want to get a shot of us," he said, as he mounted the device on a
tripod. He directed me to sit with my back against his pillow and
headboard. After focusing, he set a timer, and jumped next to me. Pulling
my shirt above my throbbing boner, he pulled up his jersey to expose his
hardness, while counting down the seconds. Smiling toward the camera, our
pricks strained upward towards our bellies, over our shirts. It was
goofy. Jason took a couple more, one of which showed us making out.

He ended up giving me a print he liked. Two boys smiling into each other's
eyes, one with long, thick, straight blond hair reaching his collar, the
other with darker, slightly wavy hair almost to his shoulders. The bigger
dark-haired boy has his arm around the other's shoulders, while his other
hand clasps the blonde's. One of his slender, muscular legs is draped over
the other's skinnier thigh. Turgid pricks poke over their shirts, straining
toward their bellies. They are obviously in love, and having a great time.

Thankfully, he stopped the photoshoot, or I think I'd have killed him.

Lightly gripping my 3 inches of stubborn hardness, he slowly licked from my
knob to my hairless base and back. I moaned. "Soooo good, Jase."

He looked up at me and said, "You can suck me at the same time," and
winked. Of course, I thought. We repositioned ourselves so we faced each
other's groins. I took him into my hands, slowly stroking him with one, and
lightly clasping his tight, hairless fruit basket with the other. He
lightly moaned, before grabbing my prong and twirling his tongue around my
helmet. I brought his five inches of fat boy meat to my mouth, catching a
small trail of pre-cum with my tongue. Slightly sweet and slightly salty.

"You know you taste a little like carrots?" I said.

He giggled and said he ate a lot of salad. "We're doing a 69, right now,"
and quickly explained how it got its name.

We both eagerly got back to work, licking and caressing each other. Jason
rolled me onto my back, with his knees astride my head. His quivering
pink-headed boy meat rested lightly on my nose, bouncing a little with his
heart beat. I wrapped my teeth with my lips, and sucked his head into my
mouth, making a hard seal around his circumcision scar. Licking around and
around that engorged love knob, I could taste more boy juice seeping from
his pee hole. Wanting it all, I dragged my tongue across the slit, and
Jason squealed a little in my dick. He was was also sucking hard on my tiny
helmet, while he gently stroked my stalk with two fingers. His other hand
caressed my thigh.

I grabbed his buns with both hands, and pulled him further into me. Jason's
palpating flesh tube slid down my hungry sex-starved tongue, all the way to
my throat. I felt myself gag, and pushed his hips back. Holding him in one
place, I sucked on his knob, and stroked his dick with a feathered touch. I
was totally clumsy, but he was still moaning.

Jason was taller than me, so he had to arch his back to suck my tiny tool,
while bringing his own love hammer down. That's probably why he flipped me
over, so he was lying down, and I had my knees astraddle his beautiful
shaggy hair. It was easy for me to go down on him. I raised his trembling
prick off his nearly bare pubis, and licked the length, from circumcised
tip to the fluffy few hairs at the base. At the same time, he grabbed my
round little boy buns, and pulled my quivering joy stick into his
face. With a tight seal on my little mushroom head, his hot wet mouth soon
hoovered all 3 inches of my quivering meat. I moaned and sucked on little
mouthfuls up and down his boy prong.

Two savagely horny 13-year-olds devouring each others' quivering fun sticks
with ravenous mouths.  We licked and sucked faster and with greater
frenzy. Jason rubbed round and round my firm little butt cheeks, while I
lightly twirled my fingers around his tight, hairless scrotum. He gently
pulled my buns apart, and I felt finger brushing up and down my ass
valley. I rotated my head around Jason's gleaming cock, back and forth as I
sucked up and down. One of his fingers gently rubbed round and round my
tight little anus. I purred into his boner.

I pulled off Jason's dick and licked round and round his tight, hairless
sack. So smooth. I tongued down his central ridge, toward his taint, and
back again, before gently sucking both of his swollen testicles into my
mouth. His love bag tightened further toward his body, and I felt him suck
harder on my thin little poker. At the same time, his finger entered my
steaming butthole. I gasped and my back arched as that finger travelled
further into me. My eyelids squeezed tight. It felt so weird and so awesome
as that finger travelled further until it hit the the special spot. My
prostate. I wailed, "Jaaaaseeee!" and pressed my dick further into his
mouth.

As he rubbed back and forth through my love canal, and sucked ever more
vigorously on my tiny prawn, I tried to focus on his quivering meat stick,
but failed. All I could do was hold tight to his muscular ass globes as the
friction of his hot, wet mouth and the pressure from his finger pushed me
over the edge. That itching fire blew out from Jason's finger, through my
balls and up into my belly. My feet clenched and my hands raked his
beautiful buttocks, and the throbbing desperate dry explosion pounded my
hips up and down. Five or six waves of fire spread from my dick, as Jason
held onto my boy boner with a firm suction. I may have passed out again. I
don't know.

I just remember my hard, heaving breathing, as I regained control and
looked down on his deadly love dagger. Pulling him back into my mouth, I
swirled my tongue around the that fat beef stick. Locking my lips, I
lowered onto him. His swollen, straining pipe met my throat, and then I
drew back again, I wasn't gagging any more, but I couldn't take all of his
five inches in. Still, I slurped his fevered pole, back and forth, up and
down. Faster and faster. As I gently toyed with ever tightening sperm
purse, I knew he was getting close.

He moaned hard, as I rubbed a finger around his very sensitive taint. And
that was it. He blew his load hard into the back of my mouth. Having
already cum once before, he shot about half as much, and I was able to
drink all of his boy nectar down. It was scrumptious! Gasping my name, his
fists beat into the bed.

I kept his penis in my mouth as it softened, then let it slide out onto his
moist testicles. Soon, his breathing calmed, and he playfully slapped my
bare bottom.

"You are such a great cock sucker!" he said. "I want your mouth on me
forever."

I laughed, turned around, and flopped down next to him. "I liked what you
were doing with my ass."

"Yeah, I can see that," and he laughed again. "I like playing with your
butthole."

"You can play with it any time you want, Mister."

We smiled into each other, wrapped our arms and legs around each other and
fell into a gentle nap.

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


Probably an hour or so later, Jason gently shook me awake.

"Robin! Robin! My `rents are home."

The winter sun was now low over the Pacific, and Jason's room was glowing
bright orange. I grumbled as he pulled me to my feet, and handed me my
underpants. He pulled out a fresh, dry pair of underwear and warned me to,
"act normal," like we were "just friends." I shook my head and smiled. "No
problemo, man." The brilliant white of the Fruit-of-the-Looms clasping his
genitals, and firm round ass glowed slightly orange in the setting sun
light. Like Jason, I pulled on all my clothes except shoes and socks and we
both went upstairs to the living room.

Jason introduced me to his parents, who'd brought take-out Chinese food for
dinner. His dad looked a lot like Jason (or is it the other way around),
but seemed kind of cold. His mother, on the other hand, was super nice. We
ate dinner and chatted about school and sports. They didn't really
understand soccer, and I didn't really get American football, so we leaned
toward basketball. It was fun, but not like dinner with my family.

After dinner, Jason and I went back to his room to watch TV. That was
pretty much what people did in the 70s. There weren't even video games,
much less all the digital media there is today. I ended getting bored with
TV, took up the guitar, or read. But at the time I was jealous Jason had
his own, while I had to share with my whole family. So we both got rid of
our pants to be more comfortable, and turned on a Night Gallery re-run. We
were lying on our stomachs, with pillows under our chins, occasionally
kicking our feet up and down with that weird boyhood energy that wouldn't
let you sit still.

Night Gallery was really scary, but it gave me a convenient reason to press
my side into Jason's. I felt one of his hands on the sheer fabric of my
tight cotton briefs. He gently squeezed one of my buns, then slowly traced
his hand around my pert little bottom.

I copied him, and rubbed lightly up and down the double thick padding of
the back panel on his Fruit-of-the-Looms. So soft, like my little brother's
diapers, Jason's underpants firmly gripped his slender, firm boy buns. I
ran my fingers around the elastic barrier running like a defensive
perimeter between his thighs and his squeezable cheeks, then back over
those beautiful cotton swaddled mounds.

At some point, his mom called from outside, "Don't stay up too late, boys."
We watched for a couple of hours, and I dozed off. At some point, I heard a
shutter snap a couple of times. Days later, Jason showed me a photo he took
of me asleep. It was actually really good, and is one of the few photos
from his youth on his website today. If you see a shot of a young, skinny
boy lying on a bed with a shirt bunch up over his small underpants in weird
TV light, that is me.

Eventually, Jason shook me awake. "Robin, let's brush our teeth and go to
sleep. I followed him down the hall, where we took turns pissing and
brushing, before going back and climbing into bed. We curled up face to
face under Jason's warm comforter, and as I breathed in his sweet,
peppermint toothpaste breath, I fell into a deep sleep.

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

Fingers delicately tickled my boy grapes, as a hand cupped my engorged
little love gun. I gradually woke in the middle of the night to Jason
slowly rubbing my genitals. His hand barely fit inside my tight
underpants. He lightly rubbed back and forth as I murmured, "Are you
molesting me?"

Jason snorted, "Yeah I am, little boy."

"Don't let me stop you." I rolled onto my side, and lifted one leg crooked
at the knee to give him greater access. I felt his lips on mine, and I
kissed him back, in that inky black night.

Reaching out in the small space between us, I felt his firm, slender pecs,
and ran my finger down his tennis-honed body to the cotton wrapping around
Jason's fiery loins. I felt downward, along the front panel of his soft
briefs. Soon, my fingers found the proud jutting pole pulling the woven
tent from Jason's sweet, almost hairless pubic mound. As I curled my
fingers around his throbbing, cotton-wrapped boner, he was fluting three or
so fingers up and down my little prong, twirling them off my sensitive
mushroom head before tickling back down my tiny 3 inch shaft.

I was waking up now, and my dick-thirsting fingers grasped harder on his
lust spike, rubbing with my thumb on the top, and two fingers on the bottom
of his steamy penis through his underpants. Quiet moaning as I pushed and
pulled harder, and harder.

Jason grasped my tender, quivering, hairless hard on with his whole hand. I
was completely engulfed in a hot calloused glove, as he pushed and pulled
my 3 inches with increasing vigor. We were both breathing harder in the
darkness. We lightly kissed and firmly caressed, in the cozy warmth of his
comforter.

I pulled his waist band below his smooth steamy love bag, and drew my thumb
in circles around his glans. Jason moaned quietly and pulled harder on my
dick. Leaning into him, I kissed and whispered, "Let me know when you're
close."

"Mmmmmm...." he heaved.

Leaving his fat rod, my fingers cupped his hairless sperm sack, rolling his
testicles, and running a finger along the cotton hammock defending his
sensitive taint. He ran his fingers lightly around my dick head, and we
both stifled hard moans.

I flattened all my fingers and the palm of my hand from his tightening nut
sack to his angry, needy head. I rubbed with the the whole of my hand along
all of his raging boy genitals.. Faster and harder. He was starting to pant
when he whispered hoarsely, "I'm almost there, Robin!"

Curling down with my head on his pubis, I pulled his desperate, naughty boy
pole into my mouth. I slathering his quivering 5 inch prong with copious
mouth juice before clamping a hard seal around his quaking helmet, and
stroking his iron-hard root.

I heard a long, almost painful groan muffled through a pillow.

As I stroked fingers up and down his hardness, a jet of hot, sweet boy jizz
shot to the back of my throat. I sucked and pounded harder, trying to milk
Jason of all his love lotion. I swallowed 2 more jets of watery jizz before
his penis pulsed dryly against my tonge. My hand left his softening rod,
while I left his head in my mouth until it totally deflated, popping out of
my sperm-hungry mouth, and dragging a trail of drool across my young chin.

His breathing slowed, and he pulled me up for a deep, loving kiss.

He could taste himself on my tongue. "I guess I do taste a little like
carrots" he whispered, and we both quietly giggled.

I knew he was ready to pass out, but he soldiered on, pushing his hand into
my tight, sheer little undies, and grasped my pulsing little pecker. He
rubbed with increasingly hard fury, pumping me harder and harder. I pulled
my own pillow over my face to silence the cries I could barely choak. The
friction of his warm, eager hand on my little boy prong set a fire behind
my tiny nuts, and within moments, my dick head itched in vain as it tried
to vomit the hot boy lava my nuts did not yet make.

"Ooooh, oooooh, oooh, Jaaaeee!" I moaned. Galaxies exploded in my head, as
my boner pulsed again and again into his loving hand. I pulled the pillow
off my face, and panted. He quieted me with lips to my lips. His tongue
delicately sought mine, while my hips pushed, and my penis pounded his
hand.

At last, my little volcano stopped its dry eruption, while Jason kept my
slowly deflating cock in his firm, guiding hand. We kissed again, and
pulled our underpants back up. I curled onto my side, and my boyfriend
curled around me. His warm crotch pressed against my little bottom.

"I love you, Robin," were the last words I heard until morning.

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Because of my sleepover, Jason didn't have to go to church with his
parents. We got up just as they were leaving. "See you in a couple of
hours, boys," his mom called down the stairs.

"Wanna shower before breakfast?" Jason looked into my eyes as we got our of
bed. "We can take one together," he said said in a lower voice, and bit his
lip.

I chuckled, "You are a very naughty boy."

"Maybe I need a spanking," he said, pulling off his white underpants. I
smacked one of his butt cheeks, and we both giggled.

"You've got morning wood," I noticed.

"So do you."

This was a side of the popular school athlete and star student that he let
no one else see, and I felt so happy to be fully trusted. Glowing with
happiness, I pulled off my briefs, and followed Jason down the hall,
covered in just our oversized jerseys. I could almost make out those firm
grapefruits working against the lower back of his shirt. This wasn't
helping my hard, sore pecker.

Jason closed the door to the large bathroom he shared with his brothers. I
pushed my boner downward and peed while he turned on the shower and got out
a couple of fluffy towels. As I pulled my shirt off, Jason stood over the
bowl, and I stood behind him.

"Can I help?" My hands lightly rested on his hips, and my now soft penis
touched his buttocks.

"I'm having a tough enough time peeing right now. Thanks anyway."

"Suit yourself." I kissed his back and got under the warm shower spray. A
moment later, my trim boyfriend joined me. Our wet chests and tummies met,
as the water poured streamed down our long mops of hair. Our arms went
around he other, as we slowly kissed.

"I never want to shower by myself again," I said, as Jason gently turned me
around. With a bar of soap and a wash cloth, he scrubbed my shoulders, then
the outside of my arms, before washing my back. Eventually, he washed my
buttocks and the backs of my legs. Returning to my little mounds, he
brought his soapy wash cloth in between, rubbing back and forth.

My dick rose quickly, as I felt a cloth covered finger rub into my little
hole.

"Gotta get you squeaky clean," Jason said in a low, sexy voice.

"Squeak, squeak." We chuckled.

There is simply no better feeling than a lover tending to you so
intimately. Eventually, I felt his finger roaming round and round the river
running down my bum. He turned me around, looking down to admire my rigid
little dick pointing skyward, then grinned as he spoke to it, "Good
morning, Little Robin."

I giggled, and saw that he, too sported a raging rod.

Holding one of my arms up, he scrubbed my hairless pit, before washing the
other. As the water poured down my face and chest, he carefully washed my
chest muscles, then my belly, and around my crotch. Avoiding my throbbing
member, and my little walnut sack, he washed down my legs, reaching my
feet. On his knees, he cleaned between each of my toes, before tossing the
washcloth away, straightening his back to look my furious boy pole in the
eye.

Jason smiled. "I seem to have missed a spot."

He soaped up his hands, before wrapping one around my 3 inch meat stick,
while holding my tight little bag with the other. I shuddered, and my knees
gave a little bit, as he slicked my love tools tenderly. Rolling my tender
nuggets, he slathered soap back and forth on my tiny love stick. Making an
"o" around my little pickle with a thumb and a finger, he jacked me from
the base of my turgid root to the pink mushroom head.

Lathering more soap, he ran a thumb underneath my glans, and two fingers
reached down the sides of my shaft, rubbing back and forth, harder and
harder. Occasionally twirling round my my helmet, Jason was driving me
nuts.

"Mmmmm...Jason. Faster. Wash me faster."

Holding my little grapes in one hand, his other hand swallowed my little
boy cock with the other. Jason was no longer gentle. Knowing I needed
friction on my trembling bone, he gripped me firmly, and pounded me
faster. As I moaned harder, and my eyes closed, I could hear much of the
shower stream hitting marble with with the same rhythmic cadence my
boyfriend was bringing to my boner.

Prickly itching heat built behind my tightening little ball sack, as it
tried to climb into my body. Then a wave of pleasure burst out through my
penis and tummy. My legs started to buckle, and stars erupted in my head
before darkness momentarily washed across me. Then I felt Jason's arms
around me, holding me up, holding me tightly to him as my penis gently
pulsed against his thigh.

"Whoa. I forgot that happens," he said, one hand traveling up to the back
of my head.

"Yeah. Maybe standing up isn't a great idea for me," I chuckled. "I love
you holding me."

"I love holding you, Robin." He smiled down at me, and leaned in for a
gentle kiss.

When I was finally back to normal, I grabbed the washcloth and soap, and
started scrubbing Jason's slender, muscular arms and torso. I loved his
defined abs, and made sure they were gleamingly clean. As he'd treated me,
I wash around his groin, studiously avoiding the bobbing sword stabbing
toward his tummy.

After scrubbing his legs, and between his toes, I copied Jason, and tossed
the wash cloth. Lathering my hand, I slicked back and forth along his
pulsating, fat, 5 inch hose. Gently I rubbed around his red mushroom head,
and along his piss slit. He groaned hoarsely, as I I also rubbed soap into
his firm, smooth sperm purse.

Stroking more soap along his shaft, I rubbed bubbles into his dozen few
hairs at the base of his proud hardness. Back and forth I lightly rubbed as
he trembled and moaned.

"Harder, Robin. Please stroke me harder!"

Ignoring him, I lightly cleaned off all the soap, and stood up, and grinned
mischievously "I missed a spot."

He whined as I gently turned him around in the shower stream. Soaping the
cloth, I vigorously scrubbed in his shoulders, arms and back. Then, I
slowly scrubbed from his feet, up his legs, to his firm, athletic ass. With
my hands and cloth, I massaged round and round those fine white
globes. Spreading his cheeks, I scrubbed his butt valley clean, and
carefully inspected his pink hole. Not bothering with a wash cloth, I
soaped a finger, and rubbed round and round his hairless ring.

Jason moaned harder as I pressed a finger inward. I knew he was very
sensitive here, and I pushed in to my first knuckled. He gasped and
grinned. "Sooo...good Robin!"

I pushed further in, exploring this dark new underworld. When my finger was
nearly in, I felt a little acorn bump, and Jason cried out."

Pulling back, I asked, "Did I hurt you, Jase?"

"No,' he heaved. It felt amazing."

Knowing I'd reached gold, I gently pushed back in. Back and forth I lightly
pressed, as Jason grunted and pushed his bottom back and forth in time. I
brought my other arm around his stomach, and rubbed a circle around his
belly button, before gliding my hand down to his trembling, hard cock.

"Please, Robin, make me cum!"

I grasped him hard with my whole hand, and rubbed up and back, from nuts to
knob in the pouring water. I stroked in time as I fingered his boy
hole. Soon, he was pumping his hips harder, and I stroked and fingered him
faster. He put his hands out to brace against the wall, and I felt the
little lump contract under my finger, as Jason shrieked my name, and the
first of four milky jets pulsed out of raging boy meat.

"Come for me, baby, Come for me," I urged him.

Furiously pounding his hips, he fucked my stroking hand, and I gently
pulled my finger from his hot little hole.

He was still coming as I wrapped my other arm around his heaving chest, and
kissed his shoulders. I'd stopped stroking him, but held on as he slowly
finished plowing my hand.

"That was...soo...amazing. You have no idea." I pulled off of his deflating
dick, and he leaned back into my arms. We let the water rinse us a few more
minutes, before getting out of the shower.

After drying off, we wrapped towels around us, grabbed our shirts and
padded back to Jason's room. After closing the door, we finished drying our
hair, and I pulled on a pair of my sheer, light blue, European briefs. I
loved how they tightly clung to my little boy lump.

Jason was pulling on a pair of his white cotton Fruit-of-the-Looms, hugging
his firm bottom. His bigger junk filled the soft cotton basket nicely. Just
then, there was a knock on the door. I looked at Jason, and he turned
pale. "I thought we were alone," I mouthed at him.

"Who is it?" Jason called.

"Just me," Sean answered, and the door opened. Walking in wearing a
bathrobe, Jason's 10-year old brother closed the door. He dropped his
bathrobe to reveal a slender young body. A jutting erection tented his
little boy briefs. Sean smirked at each of us and said, "You guys aren't
very quiet, you know."