Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2015 19:51:02 +0100 From: frank mason Subject: Robbie's Dream Boys Rob is 16, gay and randy as hell. The sex had dried up at school, and if you think there's a pun there - think again. Rob is not laughing. When a boy's 13 or 14 the lads at school are willing to oblige with a wank or a feel but 2 years later, they have moved on. At 16 he can't get into pubs or clubs. What can a boy do except dream? So Rob uses his imagination. He sees a boy he likes ... fun follows. Well, in his head it does. Then lower down. One - Keir He'd been helping his uncle with the young cousins - they were just kids and they wanted to go to the park. Rob was roped in to help. On the way they called in at Costa (the drive-through). There's a barista boy there who is hot as fuck. Well, Rob thought so. His eyes popped, his cock stirred and he just stared, and stared, and stared. Barista Boy was about 5.10, maybe 140 - so good height and neither skinny or chubby. He was really good looking but not in a pretty-pretty way ... more hunky. Clean shaven but just a hint of growth. Blue, blue eyes that seemed to gaze off into distance. When he turned away to get plates for the kids' muffins Rob could see( where the apron parted) a nicely rounded ass, hugged nice and tight by the denim pants. Just a glimpse but he seemed to wear a belt, a rainbow coloured belt. But what really transfixed Rob were the piercings. They were to die for. It was the stretched ear piercings that first drove Rob to distraction. OMG! He longed to climb behind the counter to get a closer look; he longer to quiz the guy, bombard him with questions. OK, confession. He drooled. That night Rob went to bed and lay there thinking about that barista - I'll call him ... Keir. OK, confession. Rob had a wank. Next morning. Seven eleven. He's half awake. Neither waking nor dreaming. School is still an hour and a half away. Mmmmmm. Keir is spooning into him. If Rob closes his eyes he can feel the body press into him, feel the sweet breath pour across his neck. A tongue is flicking softy around his own ear lobe, lips (complete with studs) brush his cheek. The boy's body presses closer, tighter to the contours of Rob's body, so much so that he can feel the engorged penis of this invader of his bed swell into his ass crack as if seeking its way towards his boy hole. Ahhhhhhhhhh. A hand runs down from his stomach, slips under to encircle Rob's balls, seems to weigh them before sliding off and onto Rob's throbbing penis. Keir's fingers close round it, grip tightens as he gauges its girth, its hardness. Keir lets out a moan of satisfaction. He begins slowly to wank Rob while, with his other hand, he grasps Rob's hand so that he can pull it back. Eagerly Rob lets his hand be guided until he grasps Keir's cock. Wowwwwwwwwwww! Beautiful. Keir's a fucking donkey-boy! Rob grips the monster member and slowly moves his fingers along its length, back and forth. Keir leans in towards him, nibbles at his ear, murmurs softly. "Easy, tiger. That boy's got someplace else to go." Rob tightens his grip momentarily on Keir's spunk-gun before he groans his reply. "Fuck me hard, donkey-boy! Fuck me hard!" Keir eases back. Rob feels fingers press at his ass-pucker; they probe, enter with a dampness that lets Rob know that Keir is lubing him up. His ass tightens round Keir's digit. "Aw, fuck man!" moans Keir, roused to that point when a boy's cock takes over, makes the decisions. Rob feels the bulbous head of Keir's fuck-rod press at his rosebud hole. Presses hard, insistent, demands entrance. And it's in! Rob cries out softly. Keir pauses. The two boys lie still for a moment while both accustom to the position for love. But it is only momentarily. Both boys are hungry now, both are in need. Keir thrusts forward, hips strong and forceful. Rob presses back, eager, anxious to absorb the other boy's need. And surely, inch by monstrous inch, Keir forces his spunk-rod deep into his friend until his cream-makers are ramming hard against Rob's ass cheeks. As Keir gets into his fuck-rhythm he resumes his playfulness with Rob's over-hot cock. Unable to restrain himself, Rob cries out. "Oh, fuck me, man, fuck me hard!" And Keir obliges. And then it's over. Rob, still half awake, feels his balls fire off shot after shot of boy juice. Feels good too! A smile plays across his lips as he reaches under his pillow for his cummy-rag. NOTE If any of you recognise Keir (not his real name) please note that this is fiction. Rob, sadly, is not.