Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2019 18:53:23 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: After The Lakers Game | Part 2 | Hey there. Nifty relies on your donations to bring you these stories. Please take a moment to donate. Thanks! ================================================================ "I knew it! I fucking knew!" Meg exclaimed with mock outrage. With a hand her hip, the 9th-grade girl burst into a shit-eating grin at the site of Zach and me in the jacuzzi bathtub. Her 14-year old boyfriend was straddling my stomach, my face was covered in semen, and my hand was gripping Zach's fading erection through his sopping wet briefs. We laughed. We weren't in any trouble. Meg knew Zach needed to spend a little time with me, every so often, since he loved dick almost as much as pussy. We'd been fuck and suck buddies for almost a year, and I'd introduced them at one of our swim meets. "I fell in," Zach said, shrugging with innocence. "Really." "Uh-huh," she smirked, "Suuuure you did." Then she started to pull off her clothes. Zach really had fallen into the tub, helping me bathe. I'd broken my leg badly over Thanksgiving vacation several weeks previously, and I had to keep the cast dry. So this meant I was taking baths and my family had to take turns helping me, while I kept my bad leg hooked over the tub rim. On the weekends, my 13-year-old boyfriend, Mark took over the responsibility, much to their relief. But that weekend, Mark was recovering from the flu. If Zach and Meg hadn't biked over to hang out in the late afternoon, it would have been my little brother Chris' job. But Zach readily volunteered to take over. My parents left to socialize, my 17-year-old sister Lori ordered pizza, and Lori's boyfriend Jeremy came over in time for dinner. Afterwards, Zach trotted upstairs to start filling the tub. I got up and started to crutch out of the den. "Be back right back," I said. "Right," Lori said, rolling her eyes. "Uh-huh," Jeremy said, picking his teeth. It was an open secret with my family that Zach and I hooked up casually, and they knew that Meg was OK with it. She gave me a fake frown and glare, then a twinkly little smile. I got to the bathroom, where Zach was waiting with a half-full tub. Leaning against the sink, I let him take the the shoe and sock off my good leg, while I peeled off my t-shirt. I'd been wearing sweat pants since I left the hospital, and the pair I wore that night quickly fell to my ankles. Then, Zach pulled down the large Fruit of the Looms that could fit over my cast. It would be another week before the cast came off, and I could go back to my sheer little German briefs. I suggested he strip to his undies. I knew from past experience that people helping me had a tendency to get wet, and he hadn't brought a change of clothes. Of course, Zach agreed enthusiastically. Pulling his low-hanging, embroidered Mexican peasant shirt off his slender frame, I saw that, at usual, his Levis clung precariously half-way down his hips. These days, they call it "sagging," and it's deliberate. Back then, it was called "low-riding," and it wasn't so much a fashion statement as a rejection of belts by a lot of teenage boys in Southern California beach towns. Half of Zach's snug, snow-white underpants were on view; their blue-striped waistband bisecting his slim hips. He barely needed to undo the button before his Levis cascaded down his willowy legs. A noticeable lump was forming in the front of his undies. I grinned at him. "Trip down Memory Lane, dude?" He smiled back, "Yeah, a little." Zach and I were very close friends, and knew all of his intimate history. His parents taught at UCSD, and when they needed a baby-sitter, they usually paid one of their students to take care of their only child. When he was ten, Andy, a college freshman started taking this on for the Langes. Zach and his babysitter got on well immediately. When they'd watch TV at night, Zach would cuddle up in Andy's lap, and the college boy would gently caress the fifth grader. Zach would notice a hardness forming under his butt, and most nights, Andy would excuse himself for a long bathroom break. Once, Zach's parents hired Andy for a weekend. After dinner that Friday night, Andy reminded Zach it was his bath night, and the 10-year-old grudgingly went down the hall to fill the tub. As he was pulling off his shoes and socks, Andy knocked on the door. "Hey man," the baby sitter called through the door. "Mind if I come in and pee?" Of course, Andy could have used another bathroom, but, as Zach figured out later, the college student had a different motive. Facing the bowl, Andy smiled down at Zach. "Don't mind me. You can go on and get undressed." Zach didn't say anything. He just stared at the long salami the college boy was snaking out of his zipper. Zach had seen plenty of adults naked before. But the college boy had an anaconda in his trousers. Funny thing is, I asked Zach what the guy looked like, and he couldn't remember a thing except every detail of the college boy's giant cock. After washing his hands, Andy had helped Zach out of his shirt, then dropped to his knees in front of the young boy to undo his trousers. When they slid down, Zach realized he'd sprung a bone, and it was tenting the front of his briefs. Andy had slowly pulled down Zach's undies, releasing his 2-inch hardness. "We'll have to be very careful washing this," Andy said, and Zach had giggled. As he remembered it, he was unembarrassed about sporting wood. Kneeling by the tub, Andy had scrubbed every bit of the young boy, especially his bottom. Then he focused on Zach's pounding dick, and the boy's world changed. With soapy fingers, Zach introduced the 10-year-old to the wonders of penis pleasure. While cradling Zach's then-tiny scrotum one set of fingers, he'd slowly stroked the boy with his other thumb and index finger. When Zach was squirming uncontrollably, Andy quickly milked the fifth-grader's first dry sparkles out of his young, tortured dick. "Can I do that to you?" Zach had asked, without any need of persuasion. And in moments, the freshman was naked in the tub opposite Zach, his gigantic cock rising like Nessy out of the soapy water. Over the next hour, they'd needed to add more hot water as the college boy held an advanced seminar in masturbation. That night, in the bed they shared through the rest of the weekend, Zach apprenticed under one of San Diego's finest cock suckers. By the end of the weekend, the 10-year-old had mad skills he couldn't wait to share with his basketball team. "Yeah, Andy was pretty cool," Zach said about the favorite sitter he'd have for the next two years, until he was old enough - by 70s standards - to take care of himself. Though he'd obviously been molested, Zach never saw it that way, and was grateful an older friend helped him figure out his urges. By the time Zach got me into the tub, with my broken leg hooked over the rim, his turgid adolescence was running straight up to the waistband of his bleached white briefs, stretching a drumming tattoo against snug cotton. And I was just as hard. My skinny 4 incher snorkeled up, as if desperate for air. "Fucking huge tub," Zach said. The indoor jacuzzi was designed for at least 3 adults, so it could have held meters of pubescent kids. "Hit that switch over there," I told him. When he did, bubbles and hot water jets surged in a roar. "Whoa! Cool!" Zach said, taking a wash cloth and Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap to my good good foot, carefully scrubbing each of my piggies, then moving up my leg. When he got to my knee, the plastic bottle of soap slipped from his hand, and the jacuzzi jets sent it to the far end of the tub, well beyond my foot. "I guess you weren't just perving when you told me to take off my jeans," he sighed stepping knee-deep between my legs to retrieve the bottle. "Doesn't mean I'm not perving now," I said, goosing him as he bent over. Zach yelped, and slipped, toppling toward my broken leg. Over-correcting, he fell in beside me. We were both laughing hysterically when I slid my arm around his shoulder, and drew him in for a kiss. Our lips met for long moments, as our tongues writhed with the same passion that propelled our cocks to diamond hardness. As me sucked on each other's lips, my hand went to Zach's submerged groin, and I gripped his cotton clad erection tightly. At the same time, he cupped my balls, rhythmically squeezing my smooth little bag in time with me squeezing him. Zach straddled my belly, and I buffed his rigid adolescence through his sopping briefs. He was gasping and moaning in seconds, and when I squeezed his nuts through their wet cotton pouch, I felt them tighten. "Uuuuuh gaaaaaww Robin," he wheezed, clenching his eyes shut. "I'm cuuu....!" His hips thrust forward, and I peeled down the front of his soaking briefs. His first jet landing sprayed across my face. I managed to seal my lips around his raging, circumcised head in time to suck down the next three explosions of thick goo, while I milked his stem through his undies. As he gained his breath, and I gently stroked his last few pulses, we never heard the knock on the door, nor Meg's voice calling over the jacuzzi jets "Busted," I murmured, and Zach chuckled. Laughing as I washed my cum-splattered face, Meg didn't wait to be invited in, but just closed the door, kicked off her shoes and socks, and started peeling off her clothes. "Lori and Jeremy went to the movies," Meg said, as she pulled off her AA cup bra. "She'll drive us home when they get back." Meg as a really pretty girl, who reminded me of Mark in a lot of ways. Lean from swimming, with straight black hair and freckles, her creamy skin was even paler under the outline from her one-piece bathing suit. Her firm, round bottom was a nice as any boy's, and I liked her pert little breasts. I'm gay as Christmas, and I still kind of like boobs, and Meg's were nice and small. Her pink panties came down, revealing a pussy only lightly seasoned with newly earned pubic hair. After she leaned in for a deep kiss with Zach, Meg replaced the inflatable pillow I rested against with herself, sliding her firm slender legs around mine. I could feel her pussy pressing against my buns. I rested back on her small, firm breasts, and she sighed. "This jacuzzi is so boss, Robin." Zach turned around, and lay back against my chest. My hardness pressed into the small of his back, and I returned my fingers into the front of his briefs, exploring his small pubic bush, still hairless nuts, and softening cock. After we soaked for a few minutes, Meg grabbed the plastic cup we kept on the side to scoop water, and rinsed my hair. I did the same with Zach's and soon Zach and I had sudsy heads of shampoo. Meg was very good at scalp massages, and I followed her lead on Zach through a couple of washes and conditioner. Then, Meg and Zach got up to swap places. Pulling off his soggy briefs to ring them out, Zach's slender, soft cock dropped about 3 inches over his skin-tight, low-hanging sack. His hairless nuts hung low in a ribbon of thin flesh, and every veiny detail swung wetly. Sliding behind me, Zach buffed me with a wash cloth across my back, my pits and my arms, while I did the same to Meg. When I gently scrubbed her hard little nipples, she moaned. In time with Zach's swabbing, I cleaned her tummy in circles, then the tops of her thighs. We were both breathing hard from the teasing, and I wanted Zach's hand on my cock as much as Meg needed mine on her pussy. "Oooh, that tingles!" Meg huffed, as the peppermint soap worked its magic. I was very careful to delicately rub her with the cloth for a few minutes. Zach was thoroughly and slowly scrubbing every bit of my tortured little prong, when Meg pulled the wash cloth out of my hand and drew my index finger into her. She inhaled sharply as my finger plunged, and her interior squeezed around my digits like a feathery-soft fist. As she guided my finger in and out, showing me how to curl in, and press my my hand against her little clit, Zach was driving me crazy by glacially rubbing the circumcised head of my little mushroom cap. I was whimpering and Meg was moaning. Her hips began gentle thrusts with every movement of my hand. "That's it, Robin," she huffed, "Keep your hand pressed right....there!" I pressed even harder where I knew her button must be, and her moaning raised in tempo. Her body shuddered, and she cried out for what seem like minutes. Eventually, she slumped back on me, pinning Zach's fingers into my crotch. "So...good, Robin," Meg said, turning slightly to kiss me on the cheek. "Uh, Meg," I started hesitantly, "Can you get up and show me where I was, uh, rubbing you?" My big sister had given me a basic tour of her anatomy years ago, and I hadn't really committed much to memory, since, as I discovered later, I love cock. But I kind of wanted to see the mysterious thing that drove women crazy. She chuckled, slowly rose and turned around. Her whole chest and tummy were bright pink. Pulling apart her labia with the fingers of one hand, she, she pointed to the small rosy nub. I leaned forward and kissed it, and she shivered. "Can I taste it?" I asked. I was very curious now, and she readily agreed. She removed her fingers, and I gently probed between her lips. It tasted like slightly salty mint. It was weird, but as I slid my tongue up and down her little valley, Meg started quaking. Comparing it with rimming, I vastly preferred a boy's butthole. But I loved the effect it was having on my friend. The more I licked the harder she shuddered. Moaning, she raised her hands up to lean against the wall behind Zach, so her bald pussy pressed into my face, she started grinding against me. Hugging into me with his arms around my chest, Zach whispered instructions into my ear. "Right there, Robin," he told me. "Now flick your tongue like this." His tongue beat like a hummingbird's wing inside my ear, something, he knew drove me crazy. I'd been losing my erection, but it quickly lurched back to life as I trilled my tongue tip gently against Meg's clit. She gasped, and groaned and slammed her crotch into my face. Groaning and sighing, she eased into post-orgasmic bliss. With a grin stretch across her flushed face, Meg slid down until she straddled my good thigh on her knees. "For a homo, you sure can take care of a lady," she drawled with a smirk. "You sure you're all gay?" Before I could figure out an answer, Zach was stroking my cock with a thumb and forefinger, while massaging my nuts with the palm of his other hand. I just gave her a slack jawed smile, and closed my eyes. "Robin hasn't been washed everywhere, Meg," Zach said teasingly. She took his meaning, and cocked my good knee to reach under me with a wash cloth. While Zach stroked me faster, Meg scrubbed my crevice. Then, her finger slowly entered me. When she was past the second knuckle, I groaned, and she rubbed my button. Pulling slightly in and slightly out of my clenching bowels, she leaned forward to kiss my cheek. "You like that Robin?" Meg whispered. She already knew the answer and finger fucked mer harder. I was helpless between my two friends, and and I grit my teeth. Holding my breath trying to will away the impending detonation, I felt my nuts contract in Zach's hand, and he milked raw fire from my rigid little poker. I choked a scream at the source, and fell into darkness. ==================================================== After I woke against Zach's slender chest, my two friends helped me up, and Meg used the hose attachment to rinse us all. After drying off, Zach and Meg grabbed all our clothes and I crutched in the lead to my bedroom. Zach helped me into the size 28 briefs a handsy, 16-year old babysitter had given me. That high school student didn't like the billowy boxers I'd been borrowing from Jeremy, because they fit over my cast. I couldn't wait to get out of that fiberglass tube, and get back into my snug little German briefs. Zach borrowed a pair to replace his soaked undies, and the thin, sky blue, material hinted at every detail of the boyhood sealed within. Meg slapped his ass, then stroked one of his buns. "Your regular undies are so hot, Robin," she said. "But Zachy says you also look good in my panties." We all giggled at her reference to the first time we'd experimented on an overnight trip to LA. Maybe I'd try on her undies again. ===================================================== Part 3 coming soon. Related story: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/robins-adventures/ |