Date: Sat, 07 Dec 2019 04:18:00 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: After The Lakers Game | Hi there. Nifty needs your contributions to bring on the steamy prose. So please take a moment to donate. ================================================================== As planned, there was a knock at the motel room door at 11 PM. My friend Zach climbed out of the king-sized bed we shared wearing only his snowy white briefs, and a t-shirt that barely concealed the erection throbbing against his undies. Looking through the door peep-hole, the slender, 14-year-old boy flipped back his shoulder length brown hair, smiling in the dim, green neon light filtering through the curtains. Unshackling the door chain, Zach quickly opened the door to let in his girlfriend Meg. Like Zach, the dark-haired girl was very pretty, with a smattering of freckles on her pert little nose. A member of my after-school swim team, she was lean and graceful, and her creamy white legs glowed as she shed her pajama bottoms and the down vest she'd worn to sneak to our room. Zach had slowly talked me into this earlier in the day, while we'd been killing time sight-seeing in Santa Monica. His parents, the Lange's had driven Zach, Meg, her friend Brigette and me up from San Diego for an early season Laker's game. Back then, the ABA had recently joined the NBA, and tickets only cost like $8. So when Zach proposed a b-ball party, I could have paid for it out of my allowance. But the Lange's were treating. For appearance's sake, Meg had to bring a friend to stay with her overnight in a separate room. Zach's hippie parents could have cared less, but Meg's parents didn't know they'd been fucking since the summer. On the Santa Monica boardwalk, Zach and I talked about how Meg didn't care that he and I occasionally hooked up, usually with my boyfriend Mark. She knew Zach liked dick as much as pussy, and she couldn't provide it. The important thing was that they deeply in love. "So, uh, she kinda...wants to see how we, uh, do things together," he said, blushing. He explained that she wanted to learn more about what turned boys on. Though I wasn't really into the idea at first, I really liked Meg. Like Zach, she was a super sweet, easy going soul. So as we kept talking, it seemed like it could be fun to mess around with both of them. I mean, she wasn't even remotely a grown woman, which I found repellent. I'd known I was gay for more than a year, though in the 70s it wasn't a great idea to broadcast it. Like me, Meg was a late bloomer, and hadn't had a real growth spurt, so I knew she wouldn't be judgmental about my undeveloped junk. She certainly hadn't been a month before when we'd been swimming in our undies in my backyard pool. I'd met up with Zach and Meg to shoot some hoops on a Sunday. After a couple hours at the rec center, we were sweating in the mid-afternoon heat, and sweat soaked my collar-length blond hair. I suggested we go for a swim at my place. "I have to go get a bathing suit," Meg said. "Nah, you don't," Zach explained, "Robin's family are nudists." That wasn't strictly true, but we were definitely casual about clothing. My mom was German, my dad was from LA, and we'd lived most of the previous 14 years in Switzerland. So we weren't cursed with typical American body shame. "You can wear your underwear," Zach suggested, and she shyly agreed. Biking to my place, we found only my parents at home. While my dad typed away in the office, my mom was reading a book by the pool, sun bathing au natural. She'd already met Meg, and greeted her and Zach with a friendly hello before returning to her book. Meg was a little nervous, so I just shucked my shoes, socks, t-shirt and shorts, before rinsing off in the outdoor shower. I noticed Meg secretly eyeing the front of my skimpy little low-rise, European briefs. When wet, they clung almost transparently to my still hairless, 14-year-old groin. Zach quickly followed suit, stripping to his fluffy white briefs, and we plunged into the pool. As we were busy dunking each other Meg quickly stripped to her white panties and matching AA cup bra. Every time I got out of the water, I knew she was checking out my small package, and from that day, she knew what kept Zach busy on occasional sleep-overs. So in the motel after the Lakers' game, she had no hesitation about sliding out of her fluffy pink pajama bottoms. In the dim neon light seeping through the curtains, Meg wrapped her arms around Zach, and drew him in for a long, lingering kiss. Her fingers traced down his back to squeeze his soft slender mounds, while he traced his fingers up her bare thigh, and under pajama top. One of Meg's fingers came around between them, to the front of Zach's bone-white briefs. They both moaned before Meg pulled away. "Were you guys...?" She asked, with her hand still between them, no doubt squeezing the five inches dampening his underpants. Zach grinned and nodded. "Yeah, we were making out," he said. "But that's all." With Zach whispering encouragement, Meg slid under the covers, which were pulled just below my crotch. I was laying on my side, and as she got in beside me, she studied the slender rod stretching up the center of my sheer little blue, low-rise briefs. She realized she was staring at my quivering erection, rhythmically tenting my tiny undies, and tried to cover. "I really like your undies, Robin," she sputtered. "They're really sexy." "Thanks, Meg," I replied with a smile. "My mom mail orders all my clothes." Now it was my turn to encourage her. "You can feel them, if you want." Hesitantly, she reached over, and I guided her hand to my skinny hip. Her fingers traced all around the stretchy cotton, and my exposed skin. I guided her hand back to my buttocks, where she slightly squeezed my slender bottom. "It's OK, we're friends," I whispered, "You can touch anywhere you want." "Maybe later," she whispered, and turned to Zach, who'd removed his t-shirt and gotten into bed. Facing away from me, Meg resumed kissing Zach. I curled around her. When my throbbing bone touched her firm little athletic bottom, she jumped and I froze. "Sorry, Meg," I whispered. "I didn't mean to." "No, I was just, uh, surprised," she replied. "It feels good." Resting my pulsating prick against her tight buns, I imagined my boyfriend Mark's 13-year-old buttocks. He was on the same swim team as Meg and me, and in the dark, could have been a firm body double. My dick became even harder. Meg broke off from her kissing to reach back and grab my hand. Bringing it up to her chest, she encouraged me. "You can touch me anywhere, Robin." Tenderly, I felt her small breasts. I'd seen plenty in my life, and my older sister had long ago let me inspect her from head to toe. But I'd never really played with a girl's boobs, and I liked them. Gay as I am, I still like tits, albeit, on the smaller side. I began unbutton her pajama top, while Meg and Zach kissed more passionately, and my hand became trapped between the two of them when I got to the bottom. The rigid steel in Mark's briefs ground against the back of my hand, while the damp front of Meg's panties rubbed against my palm. The two began rocking to pressing my palm rhythmically against Meg's crotch. "Oh, yeah, Robin," she sighed, "Just like that." I had no idea what I was doing, though later I learned I'd been rubbing her clit. So I worked my palm a little faster into her now soaked panties, while pressing my own hardness into buttocks I imagined were a boy's. Within moments, Meg was moaning and shuddering. As her spasming slowed, I withdrew my hand. There was an exotic body fragrance that wasn't terrible. I'd smelled worse on boys, for sure. Meg lay on her back, and as her breath slowed, she turned to me. "You've never touched a girl before?" "Uh, not like this," I chuckled. "You ever decide you like girls, we could rent you out." We all giggled. Then Zach rolled over, on top of Meg. He was about her height, and so his loins rested on hers when they began making out again. They nibbled on each other lips, and licked each other tongues, and kissed each other's noses tenderly before their mouths joined more passionately. Zach's lithe hips began to rock, grinding between Meg's spread legs. Her arms were stroking up and down his slender back. The bed covers were now down to our knees, and Zach's cotton clad globes reflected the neon light like twin balloons, rising and falling. The bleached fabric stretched against a well-defined bottom, pistoning into the night. I reached over and traced my fingers up his bare thigh, to his steaming cleft, where I tickled the back of his nuts, then up and down the woven barrier over his young crevice. Zach was moaning, and pumping harder when I slipped my fingers under the elastic of his leg openings, gliding my fingers between his globes. "Gahh...stop...uuhhh..I can't....stop!" My middle finger tip had barely pressed against his clenching hole when he thrust deeply against Meg. "No! Wait! Nuuuuuuhhh!!" He groaned, and I felt his buttocks clasp my hand. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He wheezed, rolling off Meg, to her other side. "Whoa!" Meg grinned. "Go Speed Racer!" "Dammit. I didn't want to yet, but I couldn't stop," Zach admitted sheepishly. Sitting up on the side of the bed, he pulled off his semen-soaked briefs and used them to mop up all the goo from his loins. After tossing them away, he rolled over, smiling shyly. "You two are evil" he said, shaking his head. "I'm glad we have all night." "Good thing, too," Meg said, "since we've neglected Robin." I smiled. "Do your worst." Meg leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips and cheek. We would never kiss with passion. That was for Zach and her. But we would always kiss as friends. "Thanks for this, Robin" she sighed. "Now, I want to take care of your little friend." Sitting up on her ankles, Meg reached down to palm my turgid little boy pole, rubbing it slowly and gently for a few moments through the thin fabric of my briefs. At the same time, Zach leaned down so his lips met mine. As our tongues met to tap and tango, I could have climaxed into Meg's rhythmically massaging hand. Fortunately, the couple both pulled off me. "Let's get these out of the way," Meg said quietly, pulling my slinky little underpants down. They caught my dick as she continued denuding me. When it slapped onto my hairless groin, she giggled. "Ooops! Sorry."
 "She's not sorry," Zach chuckled. "She does that every time." When she'd pulled off my undies, Meg stood up and languidly removed her top. Her breasts were beautiful, small mounds rising from a slender, firm torso. Her nipples were larger than Zach's, which wasn't saying much. Then, Meg smiled shyly, looking at me "You still don't have any body hair," she said. Before I could squirm in embarrassment, she added, "I think that's so hot." Then, she slowly removed her frilled, sky-blue panties, and as she stood, I could see her little pussy was crowned with a small smattering of hair. A pink clam glistened against a powder white pubis. Meg lay down next to me and asked, "Can I still touch it?" I laughed. "I hope somebody does." Reaching down, she used her fingertips to gently explore every bit of my 4 inches, from the slender root to my angry, circumcised head. She was torturously slow in her curiosity, cupping and weighing and rolling the marbles in my tight, smooth little sack. "It's so cute," she marveled. She must have noticed my discomfort. If there's one thing a guy doesn't want his cock called is "cute." "I mean, it's very handsome, like you, Robin." Then she knelt down to kiss the tip, glistening with the very tiny amount of pre-cum I'd started to make. She didn't take me in her mouth, but instead lay next to me, slowly stroking my length. Gazing into her eyes, I saw fascination, rather than desire. Zach replaced her hand with his own, demonstrating to Meg how he manually tormented me. He'd already wet his fingertips to trace around my mushroom cap, then stroked me several times while rolling a thumb off the underside of my helmet with each pump. Meg was studying my every squirm and moan, as Zach showed her how a boy's balls needed to be held and caressed while while stroking the stalk and teasing the knob with his other hand. He was showing her what he liked. And it drove me close to the brink several times. Meg had been slowly and delicately stroking Zach's painfully hard re-erection, copying his every manipulation move. He was eager to seal his lips around my crown, and flick his tongue against my swollen little head. But just as he began, I panted, "let me suck you at the same time." Quickly climbing into the top piece of a 69, with his knees on either side of my head, Zach resumed his oral torture. His lips suctioning around my tip, he spent long moments tormenting my pee hole with his hot, wet intruder. At the same time, his 5 inches bounced against my lips from his lightly haired base. Until recently, my sister had been sugar waxing his pubes, but now he was letting his little Charlie Chaplin mustached return. His snug scrotum was still naturally hairless, hugging his low-hanging nuts like a skin vacuseal. When I took his grapes in hand, fresh syrup dripped from his nozzle. My lips hound-dogged up the pre-cum stream to Zach's cock head, and I I quickly sealed my lips around his crown, swabbing him clean of pungent, salty pre-cum. I used my other hand to stroke Zach's length with two fingers, delicate as a feather. We were both groaning against each other's dicks. Through the corner of my eye, I saw Meg studiously following everything I did to Zach's fleshy pendulum. One forefinger traced up and down her pussy lips, while her other fingers caressed her hard little nipples. After kissing and licking and lip-nibbling my length for a few moments, Zach took my slender four inches all the way into his slack jaw, and my knob pushed down a little into his throat. With his hot wet cheeks and tongue, he masturbated me until I was groaning around his cock. I'd slid his all the way in to the root, briefly sniffing his delicious scent before I had to hold my breath. I'd learned to relax my throat, and I swallowed around crown, then sealed my cheeks and lips around his pole. Sliding up and back, I tickled his shaft underneath with my tongue. We were both rhythmically squeezing each other's nuts. His were big, and low-hanging in a fat-free, skin-tight sack. My little walnut held much smaller balls, but they felt so warm and secure in Zach's palm, as his middle finger massaged my perineum. My middle finger crept into his soft, slender crevice. Moist from perspiration, Zach's anus was ripe for penetration, and soon my finger was plunging in. I found his little acorn, and rubbed it in time with my sucking. Then I began to hum tunelessly against his tool. I felt his balls contract, and Zach pulled away from my dick long enough to wail. My mouth filled with his thick, strong-tasting ejaculate. I quickly swallowed and was rewarded with two smaller jets. He slowly softened in my mouth, and I gently milked the last of his cum from the nozzle. While Zach rested his head on my thigh, recovering his breath, Meg cautiously palmed my nuts, cradling and rolling them. With the other, she slowly stroked my length with a thumb and forefinger. Zach crawled toward Meg and repositioned her legs so she lay on her side. With his crotch by my head, Zach rested on a forearm, and began to kiss Meg's pussy. She shivered, and her fingers clamped onto my penis. Then, as Zach slowly pressed his tongue between her 9th grade lower lips, she shut her eyes and gasped. For several moments, as Zach flicked his tongue up and down her briny slit, my dick was in a death grip. I reached over to massage Zach's scrotum. Then I lifted one of his thighs over my head, so I could begin methodically kissing every veiny inch of his sack before taking it all in my mouth. With my face full of Zach's ass, and thighs, I couldn't see what he was doing to Meg, but I could hear her rhythmic moans. Occasionally, she remembered to stroke me, and kissed my knob, but Zach's magic built to a crescendo, and her hand was shaking as she cried out unintelligibly. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, even as Zach's balls began to tighten again. Reaching around, I felt his cock re-engorging in my hand. Meg's fingers released me, and I heard her heaving. Zach climbed back to our 69 position, and his enraged red glans bounced against my lips. I traced his underside with the tip of my tongue, and I felt lips seal around me. But they weren't Zach's. Quietly, he coached Meg through all the tricks we used on each other. She kissed and licked my length, while massaging my tiny nuts. Her finger worked from my taint to my clenching hole. I was moaning and slobbering on Zach's cock until her finger inexpertly stabbed into my butt hole. I grunted in pain, she whispered an apology, and Zach explained how to be more gentle. I could feel the white itchy fire building from within my tender little nuts, and when Meg's finger impaled me once again, my hips thrust upward. My scrotum pulled back into me, and what tiny ejaculate I'd only recently started to make launched into her hungry mouth. Squeezing my diaphragm, I stifled a scream, and as stars burst across my eyes, I fell into darkness. To the amusement of my friends, I frequently passed out with orgasms. It was a combination of low blood pressure, not eating enough, and auto-asphyxiation from involuntarily holding my breath when I came - at least according to the doctor who diagnosed me in the presence of my dad, much to my humiliation. Anyway, I woke up sometime later. The bed was seismically shaking, and I looked over to see Meg on her back with her legs tightly wrapped around Zach's back. He was thrusting into her, and they were both moaning with greater urgency. They didn't even notice as I got up and found my briefs, pulling them and my t-shirt on. Getting back into bed, I closed my eyes while the bed shook faster. Before I fell back asleep, I heard Meg gasping urgently, "Ooooh, Zaaaaachyyyyy! I love you so much!" ==================================================== Horrible buzzing punched me in the ear. We'd set the alarm early so Meg could sneak back into her room, and Zach's parents wouldn't have to lie about where their daughter spent the night. I heard him grunt, and the noise stopped. Groaning, I felt warmth pressed against my chest and groin. I was spooned around Meg, and my morning wood pressed through my briefs into pantie-clad bottom. She giggled. "I guess all boys wake up on the go," she said. I raised my head and looked over to see her fingers stroking the pole tenting Zach's underpants. They didn't look crusty, so he must have put on a fresh pair before going to sleep. His fingers were tracing around Meg's chest. Soon, they were deeply kissing, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, and kissed her bare shoulders. While I snuggled, Meg lifted her leg a little, and I felt her panties being pulled off. She straightened her legs, pushing my spooning away. She kept her upper knee cocked, while Zach slid on his side. His undies were gone, and Meg kissed his turgid 5 inches. As his head came to rest opposite Meg's pussy, my cotton-strangled hardness poked between her legs. Wet noises and moaning filled the room, as the other 14-year-olds worked each other with there mouths. I wasn't neglected for long, as Zach's fingertips gently stroked me from my tip to my sack. Then, he peeled the front of my skimpy little undies under my smooth, straining nuts. Pulling me between Meg's thighs, he pressed my quaking prick against her pussy. Meg moaned, and then I felt his tongue swab down my length, and back up again beyond my tip. Meg again, and I knew he was working us tougher. It was an uncomfortable position, so I pulled back after a moment and explained why. Zach got up on his knees and crawled over to me. Pulling my briefs all the way off and leaving me only in my t-shirt, he repositioned me further down the bed, and on my back. Then, he had Meg lay on her back on top of me. He fluffed a pillow to support her head, laying side-by-side with mine. My quivering 4 inches throbbed up between her firm and slender thighs, bouncing against her perineum and the bottom of her vulva. "Your boner feels nice, Robin," Meg whispered into my ear, then kissed my cheek. "You feel nice. I'm really glad we're friends." "Me too, Meg. Me too." I turned and gave her a delicate kiss on the lips. Zach planted a couple more pillows on either side of our heads, and knelt on them. His rigid boyhood bounced between us, and we kissed up either side of his veiny cock, and licked either side of pounding, oozing boyhood. Zach was panting, then I felt his fingers press into the underside of my dick, rubbing my length while rhythmically pressing me into Meg's undercarriage. Meg started to whimper, and I knew that Mark was kissing and licking the length of her pussy. He told me later he liked to flick the tip of his tongue against her clit, then take long strokes down the length of slit. While Zach worked me with his hand, and Meg with his mouth, we sucked and licked him more furiously. At one point Meg took one and then another nut into her mouth, to swab every centimeter of his still hairless scrotum. I stroked his shaft with a thumb and two fingers, while buffing his drooling helmet with my lips and tongue. About the same time, my hips started rocking into the rubbing pressure of Zach's fingers and Megan's crotch. Occasionally, Zach's tongue flicked across my pee hole, and I'd groan into his straining prick. Meg left Zach's balls to join me in tracing arabesques along his length, making him moan with exquisite teasing. Occasionally our tongues met, and we giggled, then continued washing Zach with our saliva. I moistened a finger, and made gentle circles around his anal gates. While slowly opening his clenching ring, I also palmed his bag, pressing his nuts into his taint. This pulled Zach's cock into a downward position, and Meg took 3 or so inches into her mouth. I coached her through ways to make Zach moan into her pussy. Zach's hips started grinding down, forcing the last two inches into mouth, and she pulled away coughing. "I'm sorry, Meg." "It's OK, Zachy," she said. "Hold him here," I said, bringing her hand to this root. "Unless you can relax your throat, this is the best way to prevent him from gagging you." My finger submerged into Zach's squeezing hole, and he gasped. With my other hand, I played with Meg's nipples, softly tweaking them, and dragging my palms across them, the way I did with Mark. Megan sighed as worked each boob. Zach's hips started to thrust again, but he was more conscious of controlling his needs. Both he and Meg were moaning with their mouths full, and I was whimpering from the friction on my dick. My nuts pulled up against my body, and I felt my climax build. "I'm...aaaauuuuuuuuuuuhhhh!!" I grunted. My cock felt like a freight train roared out of it, and a plume of fire washed across me. I felt Mark's lips around my head, as he swallowed my tiny dribble. I was heaving and sparks flew across my eyes, but I didn't pass out. Dizzily, I regained a sense of my body, realizing I still had a hand in Zach's ass. While I fingered him with renewed vigor, Meg's cheek was slightly rubbing up and down mine, as she worked Zach faster. Her legs were writhing on top of mine, and her firm bottom flexed into my pubic mound and deflated cock. Suddenly, she pulled off, her eyes clenched, and through gritting teeth she gasped and moaned. Her ass was fluttering into me, and while she came I freed my hand from Meg to stroke Zach's stalk, while licking his head. My two hands worked him in counterpoint faster and faster. His bowels squeezed my finger like a vice. I quickly sealed my lips around his tip, just in time to catch and swallow a thick eruption of hot, pungent boy lava. Zach moaned loudly, and his hips hammered while I milked and swallowed 3 more salty floods. I squeezed out the very last of his morning milk just as Meg got her breath under control. Zach was panting as he climbed off of us. "Whoa," he said, smiling sheepishly. "That was hellacious." Such a sweet boy. He and Meg were perfect together. "Oh shit," Meg said. "Look at the time!" We'd burned through the hour we'd given ourselves for Meg to sneak back. Scrambling off me, she threw on her PJs and down vest, kissed Zach, and flew out the door. Zach shrugged. "Y asi va, amigo." While he showered, I got up and found Meg's frilled Lue bpanties. They were damp and fragrant in the front, and bigger cut than my sheer little European briefs. I heard the shower turn off. Giggling, I stepped into Meg's underpants, which were a little tighter than mine, since there was no gusset for boy junk in the front. Zach stepped out naked, toweling off his long, drenched hair. I slapped a hand on my hip, jutting it toward him. "So whaddya think, Zaaachy?" I said, emphasizing Meg's name for him. He laughed hysterically, then squeezed me through those girl undies. "If we had time, I'd fuck you the lights out of you." ===================================================== Part 2 coming soon. Related story: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/robins-adventures/ |