Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2015 16:12:29 +0000 From: frank mason Subject: Robbie's Dream Boys Robbie's Dream Boys Two - Derren Rob is 16, gay and randy as hell. It's a couple of years since the guys dragged him up the back of the showers for a good gang grope. Now the others seem to have lost interest. 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. New barista boy at the shopping centre Costa! His name was Derren, something like that. And he WAS nice. Partly he was just extra friendly, like he smiled broadly when he squeezed past to clear tables or he giggled as he tried to punch your order in at the till - which was really mum's fault as she never just wanted what they usually served, she always had extra instructions. Sometimes it was dead simple, like an extra shot because she needed a lift. Yeah, Tesco Extra can do that to her. Sometimes it's really complicated - like that time she wanted a macchiato but she didn't want it in a diddy cup she wanted it in a normal size one and she wanted extra hot milk on the side. Derren just blinked at him but Rob nodded over at the table where his mum was sitting peering into a vanity mirror and he said, "you see my problem, sat over there?" Derren doubled up then, literally he bent double over the till and tried not to laugh. The boss-man (who actually looks a wee bit like he might be Derren's older (very much older) brother) looked over, quite concerned. Derren made a face at Rob like he was saying "watch it, mate, you'll get me fired." Rob would have loved to get Derren fired up if you know what I mean. Derren is not exactly big. About 5'4". Doubt if he weighs in at much over 120. He's petit. If you came across him at rugby practice you would reckon to knock him flat - except that he'd almost certainly have jouked round you, or under you, or between your legs (aw fuck! Rob wishes he hadn't thought of that) and be well on his way to scoring. Good looking guy too. Not in that pretty-pretty movie star way but just that normal solid looking way where everything is the right shape, in the right place and the guy looks happy with it. Rob didn't bother with a dream. He got straight down to business as soon as he got to bed ... ... It was in the changing room after football training. The guys were getting ready to go in for a shower so getting naked was no big deal and yet when Derry sneaked up behind Robbo and whipped down his shorts AND his undies the lads whooped and shouted like it was a big deal. Rob snarled but he was no wimp. Not easy to embarrass (well, in his dreams, not) Rob displayed no shyness but instead turned round, allowing the lads to view his sex-kit, and threatened young Derry. "You are so for it, kiddo!" And, stepping out of his kit, Robbo sped across the locker room grabbing all the while at Derry's shorts. The rest of the boys paused, mid-change, to shout their appreciation. Derry tried to dodge but the other boys were not cooperating and got in his way. Soon Derry too was standing there, shorts around his ankles, boyhood on display. They both laughed. The rest of the guys cheered. It occurred to Rob that if he hadn't reacted so quickly and chased after Derren then the boys would probably have closed in on him for a gang grope. As it was they circled round the pair. "Come on, Robbo!" "Dive in there." "Boy on boy." "Come on, give the lads a show." Derry did not need asking. He lunged forward, grabbing at Robbo's balls. It took seconds ... no, a fraction of a second. Robbo could have defended himself, covering himself as best he could to fend off the attack. Instead he counterattacked, shouldered his way forward as he reached between Derry's legs. The gang crowded round eager to watch developments. Like rutting stags the two boys leaned into each other, each fondling the other boy's balls, grabbing for the other boy's cock. As Robbo felt Derry's fingers close round his penis he could do nothing but respond and he felt his cock stiffen as his excitement mounted. At the same time Robbo reached and grasped. His hand closed on Derry's hardening rod. Well, as you know lads it is not easy to backtrack from there. Once a guy's cock bones up it's either a cold shower or there is going to be spunk and there was no way the boys in the changing room were going to drag Robbo and Derry in for a cold shower. Grunting the pair lean into each other, each working on the other's cock, enjoying the feel of hard boy-flesh in their hands. The encircling audience enjoyed the spectacle; Robbo was a well-equipped lad and young Derry might lack inches in one sense but there was no lack of inches once his boyhood got aroused. Great show then with two fit young guys going at it, playing sweet music of each other's spunk flutes. Both lads grunted, partly with the exertion, partly with sexual arousal. Their nads rose in their tightening ball sacks. The boy cream was stirring. The watching crew, enjoying what they saw, wanted more. "Teach him a lesson, Robbo!" "Fuck that tight wee arse!" "Give the lads a total porn show!" Now by this stage both Robbo and Derry has passed all reason. The instincts of a teenboy on heat took over. Robbo turned Derry towards the wall. Using his knobhead which was leaking profusely now, he put his pre into action to lube up Derry's sweetly puckered boyhole. Rubbing his cock up and down Derry's ass-crack, he reached down now and finger-fucked the lube into the tightness there. He moved back now to grasp Derry's cock; Derry responded by reaching back so that he could position Robbo's man-meat at the entrance to his boy-cunt. Both lads now needed sex. Derry thrust backward onto the eager penis, Robbo pushed forward and forced entry into his victim's hole. Derry cried out. Robbo gasped. They paused momentarily, both. Then the fucking began in earnest. Robbo began thrusting hard, pulling back a little with each stroke then driving deeper. For his part Derry tried to use his ass muscles to further excite Robbo and countered too, pushed back into his lover as the boy moved forward. The gathered lads watched closely; a few, unable to resist, had released their own members and were openly wanking. Others leaned in for a closer inspection of boy on boy love-making. Derry braced himself, palms now flat against the wall so that he could withstand the forceful thrusts of his young lover. Robbo for his part drove deep, consumed by need now, hard and strong and deep - so that his balls are now pressing against Derry's ass cheeks. And then they exploded. Derry shuddered and his cock started firing off, volley after volley of boy cream, thick, white. The watchers cheered. And Robbo too climaxed, pumping his juices into his friend, a torrent of desire released, as water cascades when the dam is breached Robbo's spunk flooded his pal's fuck-hole. Attention now shifted briefly to the lads who had been unable to resist and had started wanking themselves. No point in shyness now, they openly displayed their cocks as they brought themselves to climax. Boys are easily aroused and equally easily satisfied; they cum and they move on. The guys slowly now made their way into the shower paying very little attention now to cock; the talk returned to animated discussion of events on the field. And so too with young Rob; he had retrieved his cummy rag from underneath his pillow, cleaned himself up and settled into his duvet. Sleep. Sleep. And in the morning ... NOTE If any of you think you recognise Derren please note that this is fiction. Rob, sadly, is not.