Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2017 12:54:00 -0500
From: John Inmayo <pnmayo (at) gmail.com>
Subject: Bobby and My Butt: Bobby's Invitation Chapter 1

Bobby and My Butt:  Chapter 1  Bobby's Invitation

This story is work of fiction which depicts sexual activity between boys.
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When I was in sixth grade, Bobby and I spent more time together than we'd
previously had the chance.  Though we'd been in the same class since 1st
grade, we didn't live near each other and our parents didn't know each
other (approval of the social standing of a potential friend's parents was
a prerequisite in those days.)  We'd been friends at school though, and it
was at school and church related events that we'd done some diddling too.

Both 11 years old, Bobby and I were the two shortest boys in either of the
two fifth grade classes at the parochial school we attended.  Bobby was
fairer skinned than I.  His hair lay in beautiful blonde waves and his eyes
were a very light, beautiful shade of blue.  Just a bit bigger than me now
(we'd been a closer match when we were younger) his muscles had taken on
just a bit of form.

My mother had met his at a school play; they got along I guess but more
importantly each mother had sized the other up and they'd deemed one
another worthy.  So Bobby and I could finally have an occasional sleepover.
The first went by without any "special" story to recall.  But the second
didn't.  Just remembering it has made my dick hard again today!

I'd gone to Bobby's house Friday after school.  That evening, his mom
popped a couple of TV dinners in the oven as she and his Dad went out the
door.  "You two lock these doors after us and don't unlock them!  You'd
better be in bed asleep when we get home," his Dad said sternly.

"No problem Dad." Bobby responded.  "We're gonna watch the Friday movie on
TV and go to bed. See y'all in the morning!"

We finished the TV dinners just as the movie began on television (one of
the three networks had a movie every Friday night; I don't recall which.)
During a commercial, Bobby went out of the room.  I didn't pay much
attention and don't know where he went.  But when he came back he had a
magazine in his hand.

"Wanna look at this?" Bobby asked as he turned the magazine toward me,
opened to a photography of a woman with very large, naked breasts.

"Sure" I responded.  Bobby had an old girlie magazine he'd pilfered from
his father's stash.  It was mostly boobs and a few butt shots.  The photos
didn't interest me much, but I agreed to look at them for two reasons.
First, doing so was good cover for the fact I preferred to look at dicks
than boobs.  More important though was that I'd learned "the hard way" (pun
intended) that looking at such pics with my friends often led to a bit of
mutual play.  Given our history there was no doubt that's what Bobby
intended and my hairless little prick responded enthusiastically inside my
cutoff jeans.

Bobby sat next to me and began to flip from tit shot to tit shot, all the
while rubbing and adjusting his crotch.  I made no effort to be subtle as I
too readjusted my hard dick inside my pants and rubbed at it gently.  The
magazine was a ruse and both of us clearly were checking out each others
bulges with far more interest than we showed toward the magazine. Finally I
couldn't take it any more and wanted to get down to the inevitable play for
which I knew we both were eager.

"I'm so hard I think my pants are gonna break my dick.  I've gotta pull
them down and get some relief!" I pronounced matter of factly.  Without
hesitation I stood up, unfastened my cutoffs, slid them and my underwear to
my ankles, and kicked both aside.  Bobby watched intently and once I sat
back down he stood to follow my lead.

But Bobby didn't strip out of his pants as quickly as had I.  He first
unsnapped his shorts and eased the zipper down just an inch or so.  He
began swaying his hips and began to perform a juvenile version of
strip-tease!  He'd pull his zipper down, then part way back up, turn his
backside to me and waggle his ass in what was to me a very seductive way.
Finally he let his shorts drop, only to repeat the process with his
underpants; first lowering the back to reveal his butt crack to me.  Then
he'd pull the front down just to the top of his obviously erect dick.  All
of it made my little wiener throb.

After a few minutes of this lustful dance Bobby was completely naked.  Like
my own, his dick was hairless -- though he had a good growth of blond fuzz
beginning at the top of his beautiful circumcised penis.  His boner was
much like my own, but where my dick stuck out quite straight, his had a
gentle curve to the left.  His balls, bigger than my own, were hanging
loosely in his nut sack.  The sight of his young, smooth, hard nakedness
magnified even more the horniness that threatened to overwhelm me.

Throughout Bobby's striptease I had been unconsciously rubbing my dick --
not jacking it really, just rubbing my fingers gently on the sensitive seam
that runs down its underside.  Once naked, Bobby sat beside me on the bed
and started again to flip through the pictures in the magazine.  I tried to
look at the photos and Bobby at the same time but didn't do to well at it.
His dick, which he was now jacking slowly with his thumb and three fingers,
was far more interesting to me than anything a photograph could offer.

I glanced at Bobby's face and saw that he was as focused on my dick and the
way I was rubbing it than he was in the magazine, so I turned more directly
to him.  Now I could see the objects of my interest better and he could see
mine.  Bobby must have appreciated the change as he set down the magazine
and mimicked my movement, turning toward me.  Now I could not only see the
dick and balls that I desired so intensely, but the smooth, inviting space
that stretched from his nutsack toward his butthole though that puckered
treasure was still unseen.

I couldn't stand it anymore, his dick was just too beautiful and I wanted
it!  "Can I help you with that?" I asked.  It was more a formality than a
request for even as I spoke the words I reached out and held his penis with
my fingertips.  It was smooth and hard and hot, just as I knew it must be.
Slowly I began to imitate the gentle stroking he had only moments ago been
delivering to it himself.

My friend didn't say a word.  He looked into my eyes with a sexy grin, his
own blue eyes twinkling with delight as he touched my dick, sending a
sensation much like an electric shock through my body.  He'd been watching
what I was doing and as I had done him, he began to do to my dick a
stroking motion much like my own.  After a few minutes his movements became
more intense.

I laid back on the bed as Bobby jerked my dick with real purpose.  This
wouldn't take long, and I wasn't ready for the games to end, so I sat up
which interrupted his rhythm.  With my left hand I pushed him gently so
that he was now laying on his back and jacked his dick trying to use the
same grip and motion that I found most enjoyable. Bobby must have wanted to
play a while longer too, as in a few minutes he stopped me just as I had
stopped him.

We continued to take turns jacking each other.  I'd rub Bobby's dick until
he said, "I'm getting close!" and then stop.  He'd bring me to that same
point and we'd trade roles again.  It was amazing!  My little dick was as
hard as it had ever been and it seemed like my whole body was boiling with
sexual energy.

After we'd been at this a bit, Bobby asked a question that nearly made me
cum just in the asking.

"I wanna do something different," Bobby began.  "I asked Chris and George,
but they said it was too nasty.  Chris even called me `queer'.  So, if you
don't want to, just say so."

"Wow!" I replied. "What in the world do you want to do?" I asked, pretty
sure that there wasn't anything he'd ask that I wouldn't be willing to try.

"Can I see your butthole?" Bobby asked in a low, quiet voice.

I nearly fainted.  Nothing could make me more excited than butt hole play!
I liked playing with other boys' holes, and I LOVED having them play with
mine! My friend David and I started assplay when we were so little it was
nothing more than "I'll show you mine if...", but early on we'd progressed
to inserting fingers in one another and both of us loved the experience.
And in the bathroom at school one day Ricky had said, "Watch this," before
pulling down his pants and plunging his finger deep in is pucker hole.  He
and I rather regularly met for brief but intense and perverted fun in the
boys' bathroom.

 I didn't want to appear too eager and scare him.  But boy, did I EVER want
him to play with my fanny hole, and I couldn't wait to get up close and
personal with his!

"I guess so," I said, trying to feign indifference, "if you wanna."

I got onto my knees with my butt towards him.  There is an undeniable
vulnerability to displaying one's most private "hidden asset" to somebody
for the first time. So even though he'd asked to see it and despite all the
butt play with other friends, it felt a little funny to be in this
position. I was naked, on my knees, with my cheeks spread and my little
pucker hole on open display for Bobby's pleasure.

At first Bobby just stared right at my fanny hole while he rubbed his own
dick, his eyes wide and his cheeks rosy.  Then he reached out with his
hand, pausing a moment as he made eye contact with me.  I guess my
approving look encouraged him as he went ahead and touched lightly the
puckered skin of my hole.

He rubbed right around my hole for a few minutes before speaking again. "I
like to put my finger in my butt, but I've never put it in anybody else's
hole.  May I put my finger inside you?"

His touch had relieved my momentary trepidation and I was beginning to
enjoy the feelings coming from my ass. "Bobby, " I responded gently but
earnestly, "I really like playing with my fanny hole too. And I like
playing with other people's fanny holes.  So yes, go ahead and put your
finger in me.  Just spit on it first so it goes in easier."

Without hesitation Bobby took his finger from the pucker skin around my
hole and put it in his mouth.  He wet his finger well with saliva and began
to push it into the opening of my rump.  It felt incredible!  I could feel
his finger pressing at the sensitive ring, the gently increasing pressure
as his finger slid through the ring of my hole sent waves of pleasure that
connected my grunt hole, my dick, and my mind.

Bobby slid his finger in slowly, rubbing around to get a good feel of the
inside of my butthole. When he had it fully inserted he began to slowly
withdraw it.  As he did so I pushed out against his finger as if I were
shitting; a move that always makes my fanny feel really good. Just as the
tip of his finger got to the opening of my butt, he pushed it back in.  He
continued this slow in and out, a move he'd obviously developed through
experimentation of his own. All I could do was moan, my dick as stiff and
hot as it could possibly be.

After a glorious while I felt I might have my dry cum, but I wanted to play
a bit more first.  I pulled away and rolled onto my back.  I looked my
friend over, taking in the wonderful smoothness of his skin, the hardness
of his nipples, and the throbbing stiffness of his now quite red dick. He
was smiling, the finger he'd just pulled from my asshole in his mouth, and
it was sexy!  "Can I play with your butt now, Bobby?" I asked.

Without a word, Bobby turned and bent over, assuming the "fuck me" position
I'd been in only moments ago.  This new posture revealed to me a sight that
stiffens me to this day.  With his legs spread nicely I could see his tight
nutsack, smooth and pale, now pulled up tightly against his body.  The
space between his balls and ass was smooth and beautiful, the little seam
just barely darker than the surrounding skin, drew my eye to a sight that
made my heart flutter -- Bobby's beautiful pucker hole!

Where the skin of my nipples, my dick head, and the puckery skin of my
butthole are darker, redder than the rest of my body, Bobby's was very
nearly the same color as the rest of him.  Perhaps those sensitive areas
bore a blush, a tint of pink that set them apart but only by the slightest
degree (except his dick which reddened as his excitement grew.)

Just looking at his beautiful ass was nearly enough to bring me to climax,
and for a moment I just stared motionless (and likely drooling) as if
mesmerized by the sight before me.  That spell was broken though, when with
a snicker Bobby moved his hole making it appear to wink at me!

I laughed and Bobby giggled, squeezing his hole in and out again as he did
so.  With a bit of showmanship I put my finger into my mouth, wetting it
thoroughly - and as seductively as I could - with saliva.  A long string of
spit was drawn out as I moved my finger from my mouth to his hole, wet the
rim, and pressed slowly but surely sliding my finger into his warm, soft
ass.

The contractions that had made Bobby's beautiful pucker-hole "wink" at me
now gripped my finger, seeming first to pull it deeper into his bottom then
to push against the intrusion. His hole was still too dry though, so I
withdrew my finger and put it into my mouth to moisten it some more.  The
idea that my finger, which had just been up inside his fanny, was now in my
mouth made me feel naughty and nasty - I loved it!

Returning my finger to his hole I tried to match his butthole's rhythm as I
explored as deeply within him as I could reach.  I could feel the `magic
button', that place I'd discovered in my own ass that when touched sent
sexual/electric sparks throughout my system.  I made a point of rubbing it
gently and steadily hoping the effect on Bobby would be just as pleasurable
as I had found it to be.

After the wonderful sensations of Bobby's ministrations to my own ass, and
now playing with his butthole, attention to my dick could no longer be
delayed.  With the thumb and index finger of my other hand I began to
stroke it gently, unconsciously keeping time with the rhythm that now
united Bobby and I in a dance of slippery rasphody.

And it seems that Bobby appreciated the intensity of these sensations too!
Rubbing his dick between two fingers, he writhed and moaned.  The
contractions in his butthole matched the rhythm of his stroking until
finally I felt that little knob inside him tighten into a knot.  His dry
orgasm was obvious in the straining finality of his movements, the
twitching of his dick as he rubbed it, and the matching throb of his
prostate. It pushed me over the edge and I too was overcome with orgasmic
bliss.

We collapsed together, sleeping intertwined until the sound of his parents'
return motivated us to separate discretely.  Without saying a word we both
knew we wanted to repeat this episode and couldn't risk a parental
discovery that would put that possibility in jeopardy.

(End of Chapter 1)