Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2024 02:54:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Me and Bobby McGee Copyright 2024 Thomas Gaige. All Rights Reserved. This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Me and Bobby McGee ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- OK - I know there's a song "Me and Bobby McGee"... but I swear - the guy I'm gonna write about is really named Bobby McGee, and I just couldn't help but latch onto the song title for the title of this story. So, I'm an only child, and I've always known I was gay, even back before puberty hit, although I didn't really understand yet at that point, what my feelings were, or what they meant about the type of guy I'd turn out to be. Back then, I just knew I liked boys more than girls, and I was curious as Hell about what other boys looked like naked! I didn't care in the least about what girls looked like naked. From what my parents had taught me, I realized though that people didn't just get undressed in front of one another for no reason, and I had enough common sense not to try and get any of the other boys I hung out with to get undressed... although I really wanted to know what they looked like down there! Occasionally, I did catch a glimpse of another boy's privates - either in the boy's room at school, or the times we'd all stand in a circle in someone's back yard behind the garage and whip out our dicks and all pee together, or in the locker room at the local public pool - Hell I even saw naked men then - and Whoa! Some of them were "hot" and I hoped I'd look like them someday! Of course I'd seen my dad naked, but I was used to seeing him that way, and he was good looking too - so I had hopes I would be as well. When I was about 8, there was one boy, Bobby McGee, who I went to school with, who was also an only child. We were in the same third grade class, and there was a class directory the teacher handed out, so we could all hook up outside school if we wanted to, and so the parents could all get ahold of each other when coordinating school events, and such. Well, my parents and Bobby's parents found out we were friends, and they set us up with some play dates. We didn't live close to each other, so one parent would drop one of us off at the other's house for an afternoon, and then the other parent would deliver us home later. After a normal play date at my house, where we played with my train set, and Lincoln Logs, and such, we had another one at Bobby's house the next weekend. That one went a little differently. I have to explain that at school, during the week between our first two play dates, we'd all had to have a physical, administered by the school doctor. This doctor was very thorough, and as well as the usual hernia check, he also included an inspection of our penises, and between our butt cheeks. He even went so far as to slip on a rubber glove and use some lube and check our prostate glands! I was never so shocked! But, I also enjoyed it immensely. I remember gasping when his finger slid into me, and then when he found and rubbed my little gland, an involuntary little moan escaped my lips. I remember he rubbed around in there a bit then... and now that I'm an adult, I realize he was molesting me... but I loved it! I loved it so much that my little prick was stiff as a board when he finally pulled out. He gave it another inspection, since it was hard, and actually masturbated me a bit. I have no idea how much further he'd have taken things, because the school nurse suddenly opened the curtain and stepped in. The doctor quickly told me I was all set, and to pull my pants up and go back to class. I was facing away from the nurse, so she didn't see my little stiffy. I quickly dressed and left. I couldn't help but wonder if he did this to all the other boys! Well, Bobby and I had a play date a couple days later, and it was at his house. We were left alone in his finished basement, which is his play area. And while we were playing around with his tinker toys, we were talking and he asked if I had my school physical yet. I said I had. He had his too. He asked me if the doctor grabbed my nuts and told me to cough, and I said he had. He said he did it to him too. He said he really looked his prick over too. I asked if he checked his butt, and he said he did. He asked if he put on a glove and put a finger in me, and I guessed that'd happened to Bobby too, so I said he had. He told me that the doctor had rubbed around inside him a while, and asked if that had happened to me too... I said it had. "Did you like how it felt?" he asked. I don't know why, but I knew I should be a little embarrassed by that question, and I was, but since he'd asked, again, I figured it must've felt good to him too, so I said it did, and asked if he liked it, and he blushed a little and said he did. We were both quiet then, but looking at each other with stupid smiles on our somewhat pinker than usual faces. Bobby's expression changed then, and he looked serious, but even a bit redder in the face. His hand automatically reached down and he quickly adjusted himself. Then, realizing he'd done it in front of me, he blushed deeper red. All I could do was smile in a conspiratorial way. Suddenly, Bobby blurted, "Ummm... you wanta play Doctor?" "Um... how do we do it?" I asked, a little uncertain. Quickly he said, "Well, we can take turns being the doctor, and give each other physicals like we had at school." I looked at him curiously. I was surprised by his wanting to do this. And I had no idea how far he wanted to go with playing doctor, but as I said, I'd always looked for ways to see other boys naked... so I figured maybe he felt the same way, and this was a way I'd get to see him nude. "You wanta do EVERYTHING the doctor did to us at school?" I asked, suddenly feeling my twig popping to life. Bobby looked embarrassed and his face turned red. He didn't say anything at first. But, finally after a long pause, while I just looked at him curiously, he said, "Well... it's all part of a physical I guess. So...." I realized then that he did mean doing it all, and I felt my heart race a little. Suddenly, I wanted to see him naked - really bad. And I also wanted to touch him like the doctor touched me, and I wanted him to touch me that way too!. "I guess we can," I said, quickly, before he decided it was a bad idea to have asked me. Bobby looked relieved, and gave a quick smile, but then his expression became this strange kind of 'serious' look, which I now realize is how he looks when he's aroused! "So... I'll be the doctor first," he declared, quickly, before I had a chance to say anything else. "You get undressed, and I'll check you over." I was surprised when he produced a little toy doctor's kit, with a plastic stethoscope, and a hammer for reflexes, and some real tongue depressors... and I didn't see this at first, but later found out he had real rubber gloves and a jar of Vaseline too! I was reluctant to get naked, but had agreed to play, so I took off my shirt and he stepped over and used his 'stethoscope' to listen to my heart, and he used the tongue depressor and looked in my mouth. He was careful to only stick it a little way into my mouth. He looked in my ears with a little flash light. Then he took his time, feeling me all over with his bare hand, just like the doctor had done to me - spending most of his time on my chest, and in particular on my nipples. As his soft little hands felt me all over, I realized I was liking being touched all over like that - a lot! Finally he told me to drop my pants, so I did, praying he'd drop his too when it was my turn to be the doctor. He smiled, and dropped to his knees then, and examined my penis and balls very thoroughly, just as the doctor had! As he touched my genitals, I began to feel my little prick beginning to stiffen. Before it did completely, he stood up and grabbed my balls gently, and told me to turn my head and cough. Then reversed to the other side and did the same thing. Then he told me to bend over and he stepped behind me and looked at my ass. I was a little embarrassed then, hoping I'd wiped myself clean when I took a crap earlier. I was really surprised when he pulled out a rubber glove and the Vaseline. He pulled on the glove and greased his rubber covered index finger, and then began to finger my pucker. It felt great, just like when the doctor did it! He rubbed and rubbed it, then pressed in the center and pushed his finger inside me. I gasped, like I did for the real doctor. He shoved his finger all the way in and felt around, just like the real doctor had, and I felt my penis expanding even more. Bobby took his time and continued massaging my little nut and I couldn't help moaning. I was disappointed when he finally pulled out. I was embarrassed when he told me to turn around. I had a full blown boner! I did though, when he insisted, and he smiled and said "Very nice!" Then I had the shock of my life! He went down on me and began sucking my dick! I was so shocked, I didn't have time to register how good it felt. "What the Crap???" I cried, and he backed off and looked up at me confused. "What are you doing???" I cried. "Finishing the exam," he said, looking confused. "That's not part of the exam," I said. "Yes it is," he said. "Didn't the doctor do that to you?" "No!" I cried, shocked, and confused. "H-he did it to me," he said, looking confused. "Really?" I asked, incredulously. "Yeah!" Bobby said. "Want me to show you?" For a moment I was still shocked, but then the realization kicked in that I'd liked how it felt when he started, so I agreed. Bobby smiled then, and went back down on me, and then a moment later, his hand pushed between my thighs, and was at my ass and he was pushing his finger back up inside me. For a minute or so, he sucked on my cock and delved into my rectum with his finger, rubbing my little internal bump, and I was in heaven. I loved what he was doing to me! It was really a short time though - like I said - only about a minute, and suddenly my body exploded with pleasure - like when I lay in bed humping against the mattress, and have a similar internal explosion - only this time was even better! He kept sucking and fingering me, while I spasmed with joy, and finally stopped, when, what I now know is an orgasm, ended. "I think you're a completely healthy boy!" Dr. Bobby pronounced, standing up and smiling at me, as I just looked back at him, smiling deliriously. "My turn to be the patient now!" he cried, smiling very excitedly. Before I had my clothes back on, he had all his off! I smiled as I stared at my friend. He looked a lot like me really. Same height and build, and same dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. And his penis was gorgeous - for a little prick! I went through all the same ministrations he had on me... I realized as I felt him all over, he was enjoying it, just as much as I had. And I realized I liked feeling him all over too! I finally got to the genital exam, and the hernia check. I got a good look at his sex organs, and they were beautiful! He already was stiff with anticipation, so I took some time to exam his little boner. He gasped and sighed a few times as I felt and tugged on it. I wanted to start sucking on it already, but knew I needed to follow full protocol like he had. Besides, I wanted to see his butt! So, I continued. He had a beautiful little bubble butt, and the cutest button hole rosebud! I donned a glove and greased up and rubbed at his pucker like he'd done to me, and he was moaning softly. He groaned happily when I slid my slick, rubber coated finger up inside him. I loved how warm it felt on my finger, being inside him. I knew I'd found the same spot inside him that he'd found in me, when he gasped. So I began rubbing the little bump, and he started moaning. I made sure to give it a good massage, and he just groaned and moaned the whole time. Eventually, as much as I didn't want to, I pulled out of him. Of course then came the blow job portion of the exam. I had mixed feelings about sucking on his penis. I was excited and couldn't wait to suck on his little hardon and see what it was like! At the same time, I was a little uncertain I wanted to put a part of his body in my mouth - especially the part his piss came out of! But... I also wanted to give him the same feelings he'd given me. I wanted him to explode too! He spun around quickly, with anticipation, and stood grinning down at me, so I sucked his little stiffy into my mouth and he gasped and moaned with pleasure. For my part, I tasted only the slightest saltiness, which I expected was pee residue. That went away almost immediately. I loved how his little hardon danced in my mouth and so, like he'd done, I reached between his legs, and he squatted a bit, and I stuffed my finger back inside him. Then I sucked and finger-fucked him, until he had a violent little orgasm, even stronger than the one I'd had. And, I reveled in the fact I'd made that happen to him When it was over, I pulled off and out of him, a bit reluctantly. He got dressed, and we looked at one another. "What do you want to do now?" he asked. I just wanted to do it again - only skipping right to the fondling, finger-fucking, and sucking. I couldn't help grinning in what I now know is a lewd way at him, and he grinned back at me the same way. I said, "I think I need another examination down here," and I pointed at my crotch. He grinned and said, "Me too!" For the rest of that afternoon, and for all our other play dates we had at each other's houses, that's all we ever did! We were both happy and exhausted boys by the time our afternoons were over with! And don't even get me started on our overnights at each other's houses! As you can imagine, we gave the rents no trouble about going to bed, and as soon as we were in my room, or his, depending on which house we were at, we made sure the door was closed tight, and quickly stripped and got into bed together, then took turns sucking and fingering each other, for a couple hours or so, before passing out, completely exhausted. Of course the next morning was more of the same. Those overnights was when we also learned about showering together. Sunday mornings while our rents lounged downstairs, having coffee and reading the paper, we were in the shower upstairs, together, enthralled with running our soapy hands up and down each other's body, thoroughly washing each other. We had to be the cleanest boys in town by the time we were done! It was during one of these showering sessions when, Bobby tried something new on me... he claimed it was something he read about in his father's Penthouse magazine he'd 'borrowed'... after having thoroughly washed my ass, he told me to bend over, which I did, and he put his mouth on my pucker and started licking and sucking on my asshole! Oh My God that felt Awesome! After a while, he asked if I'd do it to him. I was hesitant, because I didn't want to have his shit in my mouth, but he pointed out that I'd washed him between the cheeks, and all over his pucker and even slipped a soapy finger in him, like he'd done to me... so I acquiesced, and he bent over and I squatted and tentatively tongued his pucker. It didn't taste bad - just soapy, so I went to town on him, like he'd done to me, and I liked it, and he loved it - just like I had when he did me! So, Bobby and I became the best of friends - actually more like the closest twin brothers you can imagine! We spent as much time together as possible, and because closer to each other than you can imagine. And as we grew older, we experimented more and more in various ways with one another. We also realized, somewhere around 3 or 4 years into our relationship, when we were 11 or 12, that we didn't live as far from one another as it seemed when we were younger, and we began riding our bikes to each other's houses. By that time in our lives, we were both latch-key kids - all 4 of our parents were at work til 5 or 6 o'clock each day, so we ended up spending every afternoon holed up in one of our bedrooms or bathrooms showering together, and naturally, as our sexual knowledge and further curiosity grew, we ended up experimenting more and more, and by the time we were 13 or 14 we were having awesome full blown sex 2-3 times each afternoon, where we'd start out in the shower together... getting each other really clean, then moving to the bedroom, where we'd '69' for a while. Then one or the other of us would pull our legs up, so the other could rim and tongue-fuck us, and then slide his greased dick in and make slow gentle love to the guy on the receiving end... ending in an all out violent thrashing and fucking, where we both came bucket of cum - one of us inside the other, and the other all over our torsos! This of course caused us to end up in the shower again. After that we'd grab a snack and a drink, and return to bed, and rest a bit. After a while, we'd start in again, only we'd switch positions. Happily - we were both happy with taking turns topping and bottoming - I guess we're both truly versatile! We'd always manage to get two sessions in. Usually three, and sometimes, if we were really horny - four! By the time it was time for our rents to come home - we'd have had a few climaxes each, and were all squeaky clean, and whoever had ridden to the other's house, was home again. Our rents always found us doing our homework at our own homes, totally oblivious to the fact that their boys had spent the last 3 hours or so, having more sex than they probably had in a week! As our relationship blossomed, we fell in love with each other, and it became even better! I still remember, I was about 14, when I realized, I was hopelessly in love with Bobby. All I could think was "I bet he's doesn't feel like I do though!", and I was miserable. After about a month of moping around, I began to notice Bobby was moping too. Finally, he apparently couldn't take it anymore. "What the fuck's the matter with you man? Are you tired of me or something?" he asked, suddenly, with a sick, worried look on his face. "NO!" I cried. "I'm fine!" "Fuck you asshole! You're as fine as #36 sandpaper!" he said. I couldn't help snickering at his reference to the sandpaper - we were both taking shop class and were learning about a lot of things - including that sandpaper had different numbers according to it's coarseness - #36 was very coarse! I looked at him, and he looked miserable and worried. "So???" he asked. "I know you better than you know yourself! I know there's a problem! Are you dying or something?" "No!" I said. "Well, what then? Is it me?" he asked. "N- Well... sort of - maybe," I said, finally unable to stand the pressure I was feeling. "I-I'm just worried that things won't always be like this." "Like what?" he asked. "Like this!" I said, waving my hand around. We were laying in my bed, naked, snuggled together, having returned from showering after our first round.. "D-do you like someone else?" he asked, and when I looked at him, I saw tears welling in his eyes. "NO! I lov- " and I cut off. "You what?" Bobby asked, leaning in and studying me carefully, still somewhat worried, but, oddly also looking hopeful. I could feel my face was on fire. "I love you, and I'm afraid you don't feel the same way!" I cried, and finally I let the breath out of my lungs. I couldn't look at Bobby, until he snickered softly. Then when I looked at him, he was grinning. "I love you too you boob!" he said, softly. Then, he did something we never had done. He leaned in and wrapped his arms around me, and lowered his lips to mine! It was the first time we'd ever kissed, and I almost blew my load it was so awesome, and I was so delirious with joy that he loved me. Bobby's lips were the softest, and warmest lips! He softly kissed me, and then I felt his tongue pushing through my lips and I just let him in, and within seconds, our tongues were having a duel in my mouth, as he ground his hardon into me. Our kiss went on and on, and I never wanted it to end. My heart was exploding with joy! Finally, of course, we did part, and as he pulled back, we looked into each other's eyes, and I felt tears in mine, and saw them in his eyes too. He was grinning hugely, and I was too. "I love you so much!" he said, beaming at me. "I-I was afraid you didn't feel the same way too!" "I've loved you for so long, and have been afraid to tell you!" I said, and my tears started to trickle, as I smiled and cried with joy. He lowered his body over mine and held me tightly, giving me kisses on my ear, my neck, my shoulder. "Promise me this will never end!" I said. "I promise!" he said. He pulled back again, then leaned in and we kissed again. It was fucking awesome! But it got even more fucking awesome, when he proceeded to make the most tender and loving love to me after that, licking and sucking and kissing me all over, and running his fingertips gently all over me. I nearly came a couple times before he finally managed to stuff his cock up inside me. Then he paused, and we kissed again, and he made slow, gentle and passionate love to me - always holding his excitement back, and never speeding up, until I just couldn't take it any longer, and exploded in the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had! This catapulted him over the top as well, and together we came and came and came, until we were both completely spent! Then he gently relaxed on top of me, and together we lay, basking in the warmth of our shared love and joy! And that's how we declared our love for each other! * * * Bobby and I continued all through high school, being together every day after school, until we both had to get part time jobs, which interfered with our lovemaking schedule.... but we managed to get together a lot yet. When we graduated, we made a pact to attend the same college, and room together, and we did. It was a great four years! We both came out of it well educated, and even more committed to one another. After college, we managed to both find jobs in the same city, and we got an apartment together. We finally decided it was time for us to come out - and tell our parents about our relationship. So, we planned a dinner party at our apartment, and we cooked a wonderful gourmet dinner together for them.... OK - did most of the cooking, as I'm the one who got the culinary arts degree! Bobby is an engineer. Finally the night came that our rents were to come to dinner. We were both wrecks - terrified of what their reactions would be. We were surprised when they arrived together. "Oh, we came into town together," Bobby's mother said, when we mentioned our surprise. "Oh!" he said. We looked at each other, as we took their jackets and hung them up. "Who'd like a cocktail?" I asked, taking a large sip from the glass of Irish Whiskey I'd already made for myself. Bobby absent mindedly reached for my glass and took a large swallow himself. We both cringed when we realized what he'd done. None of our parents noticed, except my Dad, who said nothing. I took drink orders and quickly made large, strong drinks for everyone, and handed them around, while Bobby set out some plates of appetizers I'd made. "Oh! I'm going to like coming to dinner here!" Bobby's father said, grinning when he saw the spread. "You boys are going to get fat if you eat like this all the time," My mother said, and everyone chuckled. There was an awkward pause, while all four of our parents just looked at us, and I felt my face heat up, and noticed Bobby's was pink. "So..." he started, but stopped. "Guess this is it," my father muttered to his father. "'Bout fuckin' time!" his father muttered back, as we looked at them confused. "Guys!" Bobby's mother admonished. "Oh for Christ's sake!" My mother said. "Are you finally going to tell us you're a couple, or not?" Bobby's and my mouths both dropped open, and we looked at each other, and back at them, as they all sat looking at us expectantly. "It's not like we don't know!" my father said. "Wh-what?" I asked, still in shock. "Boys!" Bobby's mother said. "We realized long ago that you were more than just friends." "And it's OK with us," my father said. "That's right," Bobby's father said, as he leaned in for another hors d'oeuvres. "So, now that that's over - what's for the main course?" "Beef Wellington, twice baked potato casserole, and roasted vegetables," I said, trailing off, as Bobby and I looked at each other. "Yum!" Bobby's father said, smiling. "Oh stop!" his wife said, chuckling. "S-so, how- how long have you realized?" I asked. "You two were the quietest sometimes during your sleepovers!" my mother said, turning slightly pink. "I hope the wall here are well insulated!" Bobby's father said, and he guffawed. I know I had to have turned beet red, and Bobby was too. "Oh stop!" My father said. "We realized long before we overheard a few things that you two were closer than just best friends. You never hung out with anyone else but each other - and you were always together." "Then there was the fact there were never any girls in your lives," my mother said. "And boys don't have sleepovers into their late teens," Bobby's father said. "All my Vaseline kept disappearing!" Bobby's mother said. "I thought you were replacing that!" I hissed, looking at Bobby, who went maroon! All four of our parents laughed out loud. "Seriously Honey... or I should say Honeys," my mother said. "All of us talked it over long ago when we realized there was more to you guys than just being good friends, and we're OK with it." "We're not thrilled," Bobby's mother said. "But that's only because we're afraid your lives may be harder than boys who are straight. But we don't care if you're homosexual or not. We love you!" "And we're always going to be here for both of you!" My father said. "That's right!" Bobby's father declared. I couldn't stop myself then, and broke down sobbing. It was the sudden relief from hiding my awful secret and fearing the worst, and then finding out I had nothing to fear! I was shocked when it was my father who got up and stepped over to me and took me in his arms and held me. "It's OK," He whispered into my ear. "I love you, and I'm here for you!" That only made me bawl like a baby even worse. When I finally pulled myself together and looked over at Bobby, I was even more shocked to see his father holding him. On the couch, our mothers were both weeping and smiling at each other. Oddly, I was the one to pull back and wipe my face first, and say, "OK OK - enough!" I snuffled and looked at our parents, as Bobby broke from his father, who sat down again. Bobby came over to join me, and draped his arm over my shoulder as my dad sat down again too. "I - we," I began. "Can't thank you enough for all the love and support you've shown us! I know I was fearing the worst - " "I was too," Bobby croaked, and snuffled. "But this - this is the best outcome - better than I expected," I said. "I Love you all so much! Thank you!" "Yeah! - What he said!" Bobby said, and he wiped more tears from his eyes. "You're both boobs!" his father declared, and everyone broke up laughing. At that point, my mother said, "OK - no need to go on and on about this - we can change the subject now - as long as you two are alright, and don't want to talk about it anymore." "We're fine!" I said, smiling. "So... got anymore whiskey?" Bobby's dad asked, as he finished off his. I grinned, and said "Coming right up!" The rest of the evening went beautifully - even my souffle' didn't cave in! * * * And so, throughout the years, Bobby and I have remained a constant for each other... never once regretting being together. We're still in love as much today as we've always been. And neither of us has ever had sex with anyone else either! There's no need when we each experience perfection with one another. Eventually, we bought a house together. And, we got married! And - much to the joy of our parents, who all had thought they'd never be grandparents, we adopted a pair of identical twin baby boys, and are raising them, with their grandparents' loving assistance! We also have a large German Shepard for a pet. I eventually opened my own small restaurant and pub, which is a success, and Bobby opened his own engineering firm, and is doing well with that. In closing this story - all I can say is - I know it was wrong for that school doctor to molest us young boys, and it probably had a devastating effect on some of the boys he molested.... but for Bobby and me... if he hadn't done to us what he'd done, we probably wouldn't have played doctor together, and may therefore never have realized how much the same we both are, and may never have gotten together. So, while I don't condone child molestation at all... in this one instance - it did have a good outcome! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories - if you can help - please go to the following website to donate. Thanks! Nifty Archive Alliance Donation https://donate.nifty.org/