Fictional Story, sexual content, male/male Copyright Larkin 2006
I was only 11, I had had skipped a grade and found myself in a class with bigger kids. On the other hand, Robin was not a very good student and had been left back a year. This made him 2 years older than me and a whole foot taller.
The teacher was not amused with Robin. The distraction he was causing and his conspicuous late arrival didn't help. She sat him down in the desk next to me.
His long wavy and curly blond hair stuck out all around his sideways planted baseball cap. He gave her a slightly cross-eyed look that just irritated the shit out of her. She snatched his hat off the top of his head and handed it back to him telling him in her cross voice,
"Robin, put it away!"
He was so cute that I could barely look at him. His brown eyes were so full of mischief that when he looked at me I just started giggling and had trouble stopping. He wasn't offended. He just smiled at me reveling a chipped front tooth made him all the more adorable.
My mother dressed me all proper to go to school and seeing him made me wish she hadn't. Tied around his neck was a leather raw hide with one red plastic bead strung on it. His clothes looked like they belonged to an older brother and Robin hadn't had a chance to grown into them yet. His shirt was a green plaid with half of the buttons missing. You could see his warm tan chest without any difficulty. His black cargo pants were very baggy. The waist of his pants was much bigger than his actual body so that when his belt was pulled tight, his pants bunched up in front and slid below his belt looking as if they were coming undone. It shouldn't have, but on him it looked so cool.
There was no doubt about it; I thought he was the coolest thing in the whole world. He folded his arms and put his head down as if he was going to take a nap but his eyes were open. He was looking at me. He stuck his tongue out at me and crossed his eyes. I don't know why, but my face turned so red that I had to look away. When I looked back, he was laughing and I started up again until the teacher told us both to shut up.
When the school let out, I had decided that I was going to attach myself to Robin and never ever let go. I so wanted the respect of an older kid and Robin was anything but respectable.
His bike was assembled with parts from various other bikes. He looked at me and told me to hop on. Grabbing his back I pulled myself up onto the buddy pegs at the back wheel and then grabbed his shoulders.
Standing up behind my new friend Robin, we flew. I didn't know why, but I wanted all the other kids to see me with Robin.
With me on the back, he was reckless as if he didn't care if I went flying. I was going with Robin to his house. I couldn't tell you why, but I was so happy.
I pulled myself close and talked into his ear about this stuff and that stuff and he laughed and said, "Dennis, anybody ever tell you, you talk like a girl".
My voice was high and there was nothing I could do about that.
Robin lived in a fort like bedroom in his Parent's garage. It was concealed by canvas and plywood up on the large utility shelf at the back of the garage. He had been banished from the house because he couldn't get along with his Sister without fighting. His Dad set it up with a mattress, a little TV and had enclosed it for privacy. This seemed like the best solution because it brought peace back into the house and Robin's lair into the garage. Robin liked it just fine. He wasn't allowed in his Sister's room and she wasn't allowed in his hide-away. The best part was that now Robin could come go any hour day or night.
He dropped his bike in the driveway and we both raised the garage door enough for us to slip under. The garage was dark and the car was gone for the day. He climbed up a five foot ladder and crawled through a canvas covered tunnel with me close behind. The only light came from a vent window five feet above Robin's nest of dirty clothes.
It opened into a tiny little room filled with blankets and sleeping bags. It smelled like Robin's B.O. which gave me this puzzling urge to snuggle.
It was here that we would get to know each other.
Robin clicked on a string of Christmas lights that he had hung around his room, then took out a little pot pipe and filled it. Soon he was puffing away on it. He offered me some but I thought I had better not.
His friendliness made me relax and he didn't seem to mind that I had snuggled up close to him. I couldn't understand why I liked him so much, but I just did. I wanted to be like his little kid brother. Robin sprawled out on his messed up bed with me sitting cross-legged next to him.
The pot made him goofy and he was laughing about the stupidest things. He pulled me up closer and I looked right into his face. He had the cutest smile that made me instantly want to hug him. I was afraid he'd think I was acting like a girl. Instead, I rested my head against his arm.
We were quiet for what seemed like the longest time. I watched him slowly unbuckle his belt and open his pants. I didn't think it unusual until he surprised me when he pushed down his pants.
He stuck his hands down into his underpants and started handling his penis. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then he pushed his underpants down and out of the way.
A big stiff penis just kind of popped out. I had never seen anything like it. It was so big. I sat upright and couldn't take my eyes off of it. He handled his big dick and it stretched out and got longer right before my eyes. It made him laugh even more to see how totally fascinated I was. He displayed it for me. He pulled his foreskin down to show me his cock head. I could see how proud he was of it.
Still smiling he said, "My dick is so awesome, isn't it?"
All I could do was look into his eyes and then back at his wicked big boner.
He asked me to play with it. I did know exactly how but I must have done something right, because just touching it seemed to give him a lot pleasure. I pulled on it, twisted, pinched it and squeezed it. It got even stiffer and bigger. He was moaning and giggling and squirming around.
He pushed his pants and underpants down below his knees and off of one leg so he could spread his legs out. Being circumcised, Robin's foreskin was new and strange to me. I liked pulling it up and down. I kept squeezing it and stroking it. He kept trying to push my head down on his cock.
"Comon, lick it!" Then he'd give out his goofy laugh.
"Lick it?" What a dirty thing to do was the thought that ran through my head.
He held my head tightly in place. I did, I licked his penis head and then I pulled away again. We both laughed and then he made me do it again. I remember that it didn't taste bad or anything. I realized that it didn't end there. He wanted to put his stiff cock in my mouth.
I thought people aren't supposed to do dirty things like that, but the idea was so exciting.
The more he tried to make me, the more excited I got. I wanted him to keep trying to put his big cock in my mouth even though I kept pulling away. I know I must have wanted him to put it in my mouth because whenever I pulled away I kept my mouth open like I was going to do it. This made him want to try to make me do it again. It became a game and it made him get up on his knees to show me how much bigger he was than me. He grabbed me and with both of us laughing he stuck it into my mouth. My laughing sounded so stupid because it was muffled by his big cock and we laughed even more. The whole thing was exciting and wonderful. After a few minutes of that he hopped up and took all of his clothes off so that he was totally naked.
I remember how good he smelled and how incredible he looked with his big boner sticking up.
He said, "Don't worry, even when my parents are home, they never come up here because they say I live like a pig."
I looked up at him and saw how wicked his big stiff boner and big balls looked. In spite of resisting Robin's efforts to stick his stiff cock in my mouth I couldn't seem to keep my hands off of it. I kept stroking it and squeezing it and it was so stiff and hard.
He sat back down, put both hands on top of my head, held me tight and started shoving his big stiff boner in my face again. He was holding onto me so tight and pushing his cock at me so that it would touch me on my cheek and my nose and my lips. My eyes were wide open and I looked down the length of his stiff cock at his balls. I was so excited that I was breathing through my mouth. I let his penis head touch my lips over and over.
Robin said, "Comon, open up. Don't ya wanna suck my dick? If I was you, I sure would."
This last time I didn't resist. I opened my mouth wider and he stuck his cock right in. I had to blink to believe what was happening. He was doing dirty things to me and I was just letting him. He took it out of my mouth which gave me a chance to see how red and wet with my spit it was. He pulled down his foreskin and then shoved it back in my mouth.
This experience was so totally exciting that I decided that I must be in love and I had decided to let Robin do anything he wanted to me. He was giving me all kinds of instructions on how to do whatever it was I was doing. He got up on his knees and was sliding his cock in an out of my mouth.
He'd pull it out of my mouth and say things like, "Okay now lick it all over, or, now lick my nuts."
Then he'd stick it back in my mouth, hold on to my head and push it all the way in and then pull it almost out, over and over. He kept doing it and doing it and doing it. Then he pushed me down on my back and got over me. He stuck his boner back into my mouth and did pushups.
His cock seemed to get bigger and stiffer. I wanted him to keep doing it as long as he wanted to.
Finally he pulled it out of my mouth. It was so hard that it sprung up. Robin sat back and started stroking it himself, only hard and fast. His legs were spread and he was aiming his cock at his belly. That's when it happened. His cock squirted juice all over his belly and chest.
Robin laid there out of breath and then, still breathing hard, he licked the stringy white goo off of his fingers and grinned at me when he did it.
"I almost shot my load of cum right into your mouth. That would have been so awesome."
He gave out an evil laugh and grabbed a pair of dirty underpants and wiped the rest of it off of his belly. I was stunned, confused and thrilled all at the same time. I cuddled up so close to him as if to let him know that I liked him and everything about him.
I didn't want to but I really had to go home so I wouldn't get into trouble. Robin was sitting up and lighting up his pot pipe.
"Maybe I'll come over after school tomorrow?"
Robin puffed on his pipe and said "Sure, that was awesome, wasn't it."
I shook my head yes and climbed down the ladder. I was feeling dizzy and confused. I ran home.
Sleeping that night was a real problem. All's I could do was think about Robin and what happened. I didn't quite know how to jerk off yet, so my thoughts about him and what happened just went on and on.