Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 16:12:44 -0600 From: Jeff Moses Subject: Bobby Fulton This is a fictional story involving underage boys(who don't resemble any real people anywhere) having sex. If this is offensive to you or illegal to posess, go no further. Otherwise, enjoy! (As always, feedback is welcome!) Oh, yeah: this site is run by a volunteer, but it costs money to maintain, so kick in a buck if you can. Click the "donation" link at the top of the index! Bobby Fulton Bobby Fulton's a fag! No, Steve, I'm serious. He's queer! Last summer, Bobby and me were at summer camp together, and I was in the craft workshop and I had to take a piss, so I went to the bathroom. And the bathroom that's by the craft workshop is the same one our cabin uses, okay? So I go in and there's Bobby with his head in Counselor Doug's crotch, and Counselor Doug sees me come in and pulls away and turns around but I can still see him in the mirror, right? And his dick's hard and he's stuffing it into his shorts, and Bobby sort of crawls and stumbles into the stall and shuts the door, and Counselor Doug walks over to me and says, "What are you doing here?" "I gotta take a piss, okay?" And Counselor Doug's got this weird look on his face, kinda scary almost, so I say, "I didn't see nothing, Counselor Doug." "Damn right you didn't, man. Get it? You didn't see a thing!" So I say okay and go over to the trough to piss, and I can like, feel Counselor Doug behind me, so I say "I can't piss with you looking at me, man." And I hear him walk out and slam the door. So I piss, and I say, "Bobby, c'mon out. I know you're in there." And he comes out and kind of looks at me, and says "Don't tell on Counselor Doug. He's cool." Now, that's true. He's one of the cool counselors, not one of the ones who's all over you for breaking the rules and stuff. Then Bobby says, "I'll do you if you promise to keep your mouth shut." And my dick's still out of my pants and I turn around and he comes right over and kneels in front of me and starts giving me a blow job! It feels real good, but I don't want the same thing to happen to me as happened to Counselor Doug, so then I grabbed his head and just shot, you know? And I tell him to get the fuck out, and then I count to fifty and wash my hands and then I come out. But I know what I know, and every time after that I look at Bobby he blushes. Seriously, he turns red as a stop sign any time he sees me looking at him. So a couple days later we're alone and I make him blow me again, and take his time and do it right, you know? And even now, any time I get horny, I can make him blow me. No, I swear! I bet if I told him to do it, he'd blow you, too. You'll see. *** So we go find Bobby, and I tell him to do Steve like he does me, and he starts to say no, but I look at him like he better, or else, so he does it. And Eddie, you shoulda seen Steve. He says he ain't a virgin, but I bet you anything he's never had a blow job, before. Okay, I gotta--you tell anyone this and I'll break your face, get it, Ed? I gotta admit I ain't fucked a girl yet, but I'm pretty damn sure it don't feel like one of Bobby's blow jobs! You ever fucked a girl? You swear? Okay, so how about I get Bobby to blow you and you tell me how it feels. I mean, compared to girls. So Ed Gorton's old man has a workshop in this shed behind the garage, and we're there--me and Ed and Steve and Roger, and Bobby. And the thing is, Ed's folks are divorced so nobody uses the workshop 'cept Ed, now. So we're all there, and we sort of stand around Bobby and pull our cocks out and make him blow us, every one of us. And the good thing is, it's private and there's nobody to chase us out of the workshop so we can take our time, you know? So we all hang out together during the summer anyway, and every few days we go to the workshop and Bobby does his thing, only by August it's hot as hell in the workshop so Bobby takes his clothes off, which makes it hotter and we're pretty much all naked pretty soon and then Roger says, "Shit, if we're all naked, how can we tell who's the faggot?" But he's already got an answer, 'cause he's got a dog collar. He's got a dog, and I guess it was an extra one, or something, and Roger puts it around Bobby's neck, and from then on, whenever we're in the shed with Bobby, he wears the fucking collar. And Ed tells us no girl feels like that and we all agree, so I know it's true. I mean, all those guys can't be virgins, right? So then we start talking about why it's different and maybe it's 'cause we're not fucking him like a girl, like lying on her and shoving a cock into her. So then Roger says we could fuck Bobby's asshole, which sounds gross, but we all got to thinking about it over the next week or so, and Roger brings some grease and makes Bobby lie down on the workbench and Roger gets on top of him. But he can't get his cock in, and he winds up fucking Bobby between his cheeks, but Roger says it's even hotter than a blow job, and we can tell it is 'cause there's come all over Bobby's back. So Steve tries it and he says it's hot, but by the time he comes Bobby's back is a mess so me and Ed back off and just get blow jobs, but you can bet we're gonna do it next time. So I kinda look around at some dirty pictures, and I see this guy fucking a woman's butt, and she's bent over a table. She's really skanky, but that's not the point. The next time we're in the workshop, I tell Bobby to do that, to bend over the workbench and spread his legs, and I smear some of Roger's grease on my dick and get it hard, and grab Bobby's cheeks so I can see the asshole and in I go, and I gotta tell you, I mean you gotta work at it, you can't just stand there like when Bobby blows you, you gotta shove it in and out but man, you get going and it's fucking hot. And you come inside, instead of on his back, so you don't get any on yourself. Oh, and this is weird. Like after I come, I'm thinking I'm gonna have a cockfull of shit, but it comes out clean. I mean it's greasy, but there's no shit at all! So I tell Ed he's gotta try it, and he does, and man, can Ed fuck. I mean, I thought he was gonna knock the bench over. But Steve says he still likes blow jobs, so Bobby gives him one, and he comes again. 'Course he didn't actually get into Bobby's hole, so he doesn't know yet, you know? Or Roger. So I'm one up on those guys! Well, me and Ed. Pretty soon, we figure out if we put a box on the floor by the bench, a guy can stand on that and Bobby's getting his asshole and his mouth fucked at the same fucking time! So it's like I'm fucking his asshole and watching Ed fuck his mouth and sweat's rolling down his chest and his abs--Ed works out a lot--and Roger and Steve are standing there jacking off onto his back! I swear, I don't think I ever been that turned on. And then Roger--that guy's got some weird stuff going on, I think--Roger says we could tie Bobby to the workbench, which we do, which is kinda hot, but it's not like Bobby's trying to get away or anything. From then on, we always tie Bobby up. Sometimes we tie his arms to the workbench, so he's sitting on the box with his arms spread out and we fuck his face. Or we tie his wrists to his ankles so he has to kneel on the floor and we fuck his ass. Sometimes we just tie him to the workbench on his back and shoot all over him, especially his face. We have these contests to see who's gonna shoot first, or the most, or the farthest, stuff like that, and sometimes it's like we spend the whole afternoon there, just messing around and fucking Bobby. Okay I gotta admit it, sometimes it gets a little rough, like the time we all took turns spanking him, but Bobby just keeps taking it all, you know, almost like he likes it. I don't know if I could hang in there like Bobby. Hell, I know I couldn't hang in there like Bobby. He's tough, I gotta admit. I'd probably break those ropes like spaghetti! So one day after everyone leaves and Bobby and me are the last guys in the workshop--I always bring Bobby, like I'm his keeper, or something--and I'm getting dressed and he's just sort of lying there on the bench and then he gets up and turns around and he's got this hard-on, I mean I never saw a dick like that. It's fucking huge! And he's standing there looking at me with this kinda dreamy look on his face and all of a sudden he slams me into the wall and his eyes are...I don't know how to explain it, but his eyes are fucking scary, or not scary exactly, but something else, and he's got all his weight on me and he says "kneel down," just whispers it you know, doesn't shout or anything and then he grabs my hair and pulls me down and I'm kneeling in front of this cock but my back's against the wall and he's pressing it into my face, so I start to say "Bobby" but as soon as I open my mouth he pushes it in but it's so big it's like a beer can or something and I can't get my mouth around it so he pulls it back and slugs me with it, just slaps that big fucking cock back and forth against my face and then he sort of aims it at my mouth and shoots, like, forever. Nobody's got that much come in them! And when it hits my face, it hits hard. Not as hard as the slaps, but I can feel every shot hit, like a spitball, or something. And I'm just kneeling there with his come dripping off me wondering why the hell I let him do that, and I'm watching him get dressed, and he turns around and he's got the collar in his hand and he says, "Ready to go?"