Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2019 18:51:52 +0000
From: h0w1yr+1iiqwq4e6v2l4@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 9 | G <YF>

I'd initiated my little brother into the joys of jerking off one night
while visiting relatives displaced me out of my room, and into his. At 13,
I'd only recently learned about penis pleasure at the hands of my 8th-grade
best friend, Jason Bisset. When almost-10-year-old Chris woke me up
exploring my body, I tutored him in the skills I wished I'd known before I
got to junior high. It was the easy, private intimacy of two very close
brothers who would, over the next year, show the same kind of affection a
handful of times.

After my aunt Julie and her family left, it was back to the routine. I'd
get up before dawn, bike to the beach to hit early, glassy waves, then ride
home to get my brother up, and myself ready for school.

As I've mentioned, I was really motivated about school work. Driven more by
curiosity than competition, I was in the top 3% of the school, along with
Jason, and my mind rarely wandered in class. But when it did, I day dreamed
about his lean, athletic body, his creamy thighs, and firm round
buns. Soon, my 3 inch passion pole would throb and pitch a tent in my
trousers. From what I now know about junior high school boys, I wasn't
alone with classroom erections problems. But at the time, I thought I was
the only one.

Jason and I were always together at lunch. That week, we were never
alone. Though it was fun to joke around with other kids, we could never
sneak away to make out, and in the 70s, gay boys in Southern California
kept things secret. But when the bells would ring for kids to head for
class, we'd get in surreptitious finger squeezes and butt brushing.

I couldn't wait for the weekend, and another long-awaited sleep-over. In
the meantime, I'd head home after school and hit the books, while Jason had
daily tennis practice with a coach.

One night, after dinner, my dad asked to speak to me privately. We went
into my parents' bedroom, and I sat on an easy chair, pulling my little
knees up to my chin, and stretching my t-shirt down, over the bare legs and
underpants that were practically a family uniform during warmer nights.

My dad sat on his bed, and fumbled for words. "Robin, I've been a little,
uh, remiss when it comes to father-son talks." Looking at me, he apologized
for not talking to me about sexuality before.

"Dad, you know we have sex ed?" I quickly responded. This was heading into
awkwardness. He was apologizing, and I should have told him I understood
his work obsession. A bio-medical researcher, he wanted to cure the world
of tropical disease. But in the moment, I just wanted to cut off the sex
talk my father was stumbling through.

"Son, with your relationship with Jason, I just wanted to..uh...make sure
you knew some things about your body." Oh, this was getting worse. Some
how, he got around to asking me if I knew how to masturbate. I must have
been beet red when I quickly cut him off. "Yes, dad!"

Having ripped the bandaid, he stepped into the walk-in closet, and came out
with a worn book, which he handed me. Glancing at the title, "The Sex
Book," I leafed through it. An encyclopedia of sex terms, the easy-to-read
definitions were illustrated by beautiful black-and-white art photography
of people from all ages.

"This doesn't really get very technical," he explained. "But it can answer
general questions. I don't know much about gay relationships. When I was
your age, I experimented with a couple of friends, but that doesn't make me
anything like an expert."

I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You...did things with boys?"

"Yes sir. A lot of boys play around. It usually doesn't mean anything. But
with you, it probably does. So I want you to know I'm here for you. If you
have any questions, if I don't know something, I'll find out."

I thought for a moment, and slowly stumbled around asking him if it was
normal for boys to pass out after orgasm. He raised an eyebrow, and asked
how often that happened. I told him almost every time. It got easier as we
talked through my issue, and somehow he learned I was still shooting
dry. That didn't concern him, as boys in my mother's family were
notoriously late developers. But he promised to make an appointment with my
pediatrician.

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The weekend, at last! On Saturday morning, I got up to hit the waves, as
usual, then biked home to shower and pack a bag for an overnight at
Jason's. Thinking ahead, I brought a bottle of baby oil. I also brought a
soccer ball, and biked to the rec center, where Jason was playing serious
matches. I loved watching his lithe form fly across the court, and admired
his corded leg muscles flexing up to meet his beautiful, solid ass. His
white tennis shorts hugged his buns, and I could make out the elastic leg
seems of his underpants. I started to bone.

He won his last match. Waving at me, he toweled his soaking wet, light
brown hair, as it fell almost to his shoulders. Packing everything into an
athletic bag, he soon joined me, a big smile pasted across his handsome
face. I grinned back, "Congratulations, man!"

We biked up the hill to his house, and when we got to his street, I was
almost as sweaty as Jason. Pulling into his cul-de-sac, we slowed as we saw
Zach Lange hanging out on his stoop. A quiet 8th-grader, he had really
long, wavy hair. With his pretty features he could have been mistaken for a
girl. But as I knew from briefly studying him in the gym shower, he as all
boy. He waved and we stopped.

"Que pasa, guys?" He was wearing one of his usual embroidered Mexican
shirts and jeans, walking in bare feet. His parents were some kind of
hippies.

"Nothin'" Jason said. "Robin's staying over. Wanna play catch?"

"Cool beans. I'll get my football and see you in a few."

American football. Argh. Growing up in Zurich, I'd never learned how to
throw or catch. But after Jason and I dropped everything off at his house,
Zach and he patiently taught me. My wobbly passes were kind of pathetic,
but I was soon running and receiving OK. Before long, we'd all stripped off
our sweat-soaked shirts. Like my mom, Zach's bought him jeans that were a
little big, with room for growing. Unlike me, though, he wasn't wearing a
belt, and as he ran, his Levis kept sliding down his narrow hips, past the
blue-dashed band of his white cotton underwear. I tried not to stare as his
trousers would fall half-way down his bubble butt, before he'd yank them
back up again. At one point, a neighbor driving by called out of the
window, "Pull your pants up, Zach. Jeez," and we laughed.

I'd come to realize that there was something sexy about underpants, and how
they made you guess about what was trapped beneath firmly stretched
cloth. My penis started to betray me, when we finally stopped for a
breather. Jason and Zach were talking about something, and glancing at me,
as I walked over.

"Hey Robin, you want to hit the hot tub?" Jason's family had one outside
the lowest level of their hillside house.

"Ya! That'd be cool! You have a bathing suit I can borrow?"

"Don't need one. My `rents don't get home for hours, remember."

I nodded and smiled, and pictured my social studies teacher, trying to will
away my arousal.

Jason got some towels, and we were soon in front of the in-ground hot
tub. He uncovered it, and flicked some switches. Hot, frothing water
bubbled furiously, as we three looked a little hesitantly at each
other. Jason took the lead, pulling off his shoes and socks, and we
followed. When they pushed down their pants and underwear, I realized
shouldn't have been worried. Zach's engorged boy pole quivered straight
out. After P.E., I'd seen his flaccid, 2.5 inch member in the shower, as it
dangled below a small brown bush resembling a Charlie Chaplin mustache. His
hairless scrotum hung low, and was so skinny you could make out every
detail of his fine young balls. At full mast, his dick was some four
inches, with a vein or two twisting the surface. It was about twice as
thick as mine.

He giggled as I broke off staring. "It does that a lot."

"Mine, too," laughed Jason, and I saw his semi waggle and inflate.

I pulled off my pants and underwear, revealing, a very hard 3 inches of
skinny little tool. "Same?" I laughed. 
 We all jumped into the
hot water, which bubbled around our waists.  We took turns dropping below
the surface, our faces emerging in tangles of long, wet hair. "I've never
been in a hot tub before," I said.

"Oh man, you're in for a treat." Jason pulled by the hand, he sat me in
front of one of the jets. "Let that work on your back." I lay back with my
chin just above the bubbling surface, and the other two boys sat in their
own streams. The hot raging force pounded my back and shoulders, and I
closed my eyes. We chatted and soaked and sighed. Eventually, I felt a foot
running along one of my calves. Before long, another foot was tickling my
other leg. Opening my eyes, I saw Zach and Jason smiling mischievously at
me.

They chuckled at my probably awed expression, and soon both boys slid
around to either of my sides. "Zach wants to have a little fun with us,"
Jason said. Feeling slippery naked boy flesh lightly press against me, my
little love pickle throbbed. As Jason turned to kiss my cheek, I felt
Zach's finger tips running up and down my inner thigh. I was happy to learn
Zach shared our secret interests. He'd been messing around with Jason since
6th grade, but had his own boyfriend. I never learned who.

I lightly moaned as Zach leaned in to kiss my other cheek, and spread my
legs wider. He was teasing me, lightly caressing his fingers round my
groin, while never touching my hungry flesh. Jason was playing with one my
nipples, and I turned to kiss him on the lips. Slowly opening to each
other, our tongues played tag, while I I rubbed up and down the legs docked
against mine. Jason's lips left mine, as they wandered to nibble on my
nipple. I gasped, and turned to Zach, who leaned in for a much harder
kiss. He was eager. His tongue lashed into my mouth, churned my saliva like
butter. Our tongues wrestled, and my hand roved up to his smooth, skinny
love sack. As I delicately rolled his balls with my finger tips, he moaned
hard into my mouth, and grasped my hardness at the root.

At the same time, one of Jason's hands cupped my tightening little love
purse, and I gripped his fat golden rod with three fingers. I moved my
other hand to Zach's pounding sperm gun. Slowly we stroked one another. In
that bubbling heat, we were all soon breathing hard and fast. Jason
released me and said, "Robin, wanna feel something really cool?"

"Sure." I wondered what he had in store, as Zach snickered and also pulled
off me.

"Turn around and kneel on the bench."

I got up and did as he said, feeling his hand guiding my throbbing hardness
into the hot foaming jets. "Uhhhhhh...." I moaned. The massaging heat felt
so good, I closed my eyes, and felt two sets of hands rubbing up and down
my thighs, and around my tender young bottom. One hand started brushing up
and down my crevice. A finger lingered, and pressed round and round my
anus, opening it up. Another hand held my tiny grapes, as the hot jet beat
my quaking meat.

The finger worked into me, and I gasped. Gently moving through my clenching
and unclenching muscles, the finger rubbed around my undeveloped
prostate. It was too much. My panting became loud moaning, and I felt the
itchy fire blast out of my helpless boy prong. As another dry eruption
hammered through me, the dizzying heat took me into darkness.

Who knows how many minutes later, I came to, wrapped in Jason's arms. He
was sitting on the concrete ledge, his hardness nestled between my
buns. Tender lips were pressed to the side my ear. "I've got you. I've got
you," he cooed.

"You weren't kidding," said Zach.

Jason looked over. "Usually, it's not that strong. Maybe it's the heat. We
better get out of the tub."

Jason held onto me as he climbed out. While we toweled off, I looked up at
him and asked, "You told him about my...orgasm thing?" I was a little mad
that he'd been gossiping.

Zach quickly interjected, "Just now. In fact, I didn't know you guys were
doing it until this afternoon."

Relieved, I nodded, kind of embarrassed. "I tend to black out. My dad's
taking me to the doctor to figure it out."

Zach raised both eyebrows in surprise. "You talk about sex things with your
dad?"

"Well, we just started. But my family already knows about Jason."

"They do?" Jason squawked.

Now it was my turn to reassure. "No problemo, man. My folks are actually
happy about it." Both boys were a little shocked, so I
explained. "Remember, we've been living in Europe. People don't care
there. But my family is keeping it to ourselves."

I saw Jason shake his head. "My dad would kill me. Hey, let's go inside."

As we gathered our stuff, I noticed both boys losing their erections. I
hoped I hadn't scared them. Filing inside, Zach asked, "Hey , Sanford,
what's the deal with that? For a Swiss kid, you don't have much of an
accent."

"His mom sure does," Jason laughed.

As I locked Jason's bedroom door behind us, I explained. "I'm American. My
mom's German. My dad's from L.A. They both met in a PHD program for medical
doctors at Berkley. They had me and my sister before they finished. Right
afterwards, my mom got a job with a pharmaceutical company in Zurich, and
we moved. We spoke English at home."

"What did you speak at school?"

"Swiss German. It's a little different from German German. We also spoke
French and Italian."

"Cool. Do you speak it at home?"

"Sometimes. My dad's not very good, so it's rude to keep him out of a
conversation. Also my mom's always correcting me when I do. She says I
sound like a hillbilly."

They laughed. Jason was already laying on the bed, propped up on his big
pillows. His lean, muscular legs were spread suggestively, and I could see
his tumescence swell. Zach looked prettier, as he dried his long hair bit
his lower lip and gazed into my eyes. His erection had diminished
substantially, but I was going to change that when I brought my arms around
his soft, milky body. Wresting my hands on slender round butt, I brought my
lips to his, and felt his hands roam around my shoulders.

Gently squeezing his rubbery, ivory mounds, I felt his tongue reach for
mine, and his 13-year-old sausage grew and thickened and pressed along my
pelvis. Soon, my own little tool was hardening and lifting against Zach's
slim, hairless, low-hanging ball bag. Bending my ass out a little, I
brought a hand in to reposition us both, cock to cock, hardness pressed
against hardness. We kissed harder, as I clutched his creamy bottom.

"Hey, dudes? Over here?" Jason was now fully engorged, his 5 fat inches
pulsating against his almost bare pubic area. I crawled across the bed and
traced my fingers along his handsome jaw, before lowering my mouth to
his. We breathed love into each other, as we sucked and wrestled tongues,
and I felt him run his fingers up and down my inner thighs.

Zach's slapped one of my firm little butt cheeks, and I broke away
giggling. Soon, I nestled my head on one of his slim ivory thighs, and
gently grasped his circumcised 4-inch staff below the head. It was lean,
but at least twice as thick as mine. Leaning in to kiss the tip, I admired
the small brown bush nestled above the base, and traced a finger through
his soft pubescent grove.

At the same time, Jason was spreading my legs, rubbing my tummy with one
hand, and I felt his hot, wet tongue flicking across my tiny tender boy
bag. Through the corner of my eye, I could see Zach fondling Jason's full,
smooth scrotum with one hand, while fluting his fingers along that fleshy
stem. I ran my tongue back and forth across his sweet piss slit, then round
and round his quivering helmet, while I slid my hand to cup his lissome
sperm bag. Rolling and gently massaging, I could feel the fine definition
of each tender grape held toughly in hairless skin young skin. I licked
along the length of and breadth of his unyielding tumescence tracing the
visible veins. Moans greeted my ears as I bathed his beautiful cock with my
greedy mouth mop, and sucked in slightly salty boy syrup drooling from his
raging red head.

Jason clamped his lips below the ridge of my swollen glans, tongue
torturing my furious bulb, and my little nuggets squeezed inward. Face
pressed against Zach's quivering stick, I moaned from the exquisite
teasing, before pulling him into my ravenous mouth. He fit easily, and I
gently drew my lips around his stalk, before sliding him along my steamy
tongue.  Zach's gleaming adolescence bobbed in my mouth, and glided back
and forth inside my cheeks and tongue.

Jason was working my quaking joint harder, sucking my poor little glans
while stroking my achingly hard shaft. I'd orgasmed less than an hour
before, and I wanted more, but could hardly stand it. He moaned in time
with Zach's furious sucking. Steadily, he drew Jason closer, gently
squeezing his plum-sized purse with one hand, while rubbing athletically
toned buns with the other.

A moistened finger pressed gently against my backdoor, and I groaned in
anticipation. At the same time, I wrapped a hand around Zach's lithe
buttocks and drew my own finger along his bun valley. I sucked and licked
that shuddering ivory cane, using a thumb and forefinger to stroke his
stalk, while rubbing around the Saran-Wrap tightness of his resistant hole.

We were all moaning and panting, and slicking and slurping, when I felt
Jason's mouth grow slack, and his hands stopped working on me. Heaving hot
breath on my tender penis turned into a wail. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhh!!!" he
groaned, and an errant tooth raked painfully on my tiny prong.

I worked my finger into Zach's resistant anus, while holding tighter to his
pulling testicles. He was so helpless in my hands, but radiating heat and
desire. I felt his smooth young balls pull, as his dick throbbed harder,
and he poured more pre-lava into my greedy mouth. My other hand was
stroking his pole with a finger and a thumb, while I thrusted my head back
and forth on his quivering hardness. I felt the tension pull, and suddenly,
it happened. I was choking with pulsing rounds of thick boy goo. It was
much denser than Jason's cum, and had a stronger taste. Frankly, I didn't
like it that much, but I swallowed hard and fast, while thick ropes
slathered down my lips onto the duvet.

His sleek, hairless scrotum pulled in time with his pounding, jetting juice
nozzle. Zach thrust himself into me and groaned, his spine twining and
pumping, while Jason sucked and licked and stroked my suffering boyhood. I
felt my own savage frenzy build behind my nuts, then within my nuts. My
pelvis rocked and pounded toward Jason's hot, lathering mouth hole with
mounting fury. Zach's love lava petered out and he fell out of my mouth
just before hot, dry fire rammed out of my swollen pink gherkin into the
tight suction around my hot little helmet.

I was grinding my teeth, holding my breath to stifle a ferocious wail
exploding in my belly. Lights flared across my tightly clenched eyes before
I sank into darkness.

How long was I out? Who knows, because two beautiful boys curled around me,
and we all drifted into slumber. The winter sun was close to setting when
we heard Jason's younger brother yell from upstairs, "I'm home!" Quickly,
we leaped off the bed. I pulled on my clothes and watching Jason and Zach
get dressed. I felt a chalky glaze pulling on lips, chin and cheek, and
rubbed some at dried cum flakes.

Seeing me working at dried boy goo, Jason strode over with a damp towel,
and cleaned me off. "Now you're nice and tidy." He gave me a lopsided grin,
and swatted my firm little bottom. I giggled, hoping he'd wash me more
thoroughly later. Following the other boys upstairs to watch college
basketball with Sean, I admired the green Adidas shorts Jason had changed
into. Shorts in those days were were tight and his fell just below the
grapefruits flexing up the stairs. Admiring the visible ridges of elastic
indie leg openings, I couldn't have been happier.