Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2019 19:16:50 +0000
From: h15kyu+b7o43bevzku68@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 10 | G <YF>

Following an afternoon of furious sex with my 8th-grade boyfriend Jason,
and our 13-year-old schoolmate Zach, we watched college hoops on TV for a
while with Jason's younger brother Sean. Mrs. Bisset arrived and started
making dinner, inviting Zach to stay. I grabbed my soccer ball and
convinced the older guys to come outside and kick it around until
dinner. It was my turn to play instructor, and I took them through kick
ups. Soccer hadn't really caught on in the U.S. in the 70s, and they were
way worse juggling than I was at passing an American football. But we still
had fun as the sun set, and coastal fog billowed in to chill the air. I
loved watching Zach's Levis slide down over his narrow hips, exposing the
snowy white underpants hugging his firm little globes. One time, they fell
all the way down, and we laugh hysterically as he tried to keep kicking the
ball.

Jason's mom called us in, mentioning that Mr. Bisset wouldn't be home that
night. I got a weird sense of relief from Jason and Sean, and we actually
had a great time around the table. Later, we all played Monopoly, and
Jason's mom was really funny. It was a side to her I hadn't seen
before. Sean eventually grew tired and went to bed, while we played a
little longer, but it was finally time for Zach to head home. Mrs. Bisset
told us, "Boys before you go to bed, hit the shower, please. You're both a
little ripe." We giggled and she kissed us both goodnight as we headed
downstairs.

I closed the bathroom door, as Jason stripped off his clothes. "She seems
really happy," I said.

"That's because the jerk is out of town."  He jumped in the shower, and I
didn't purse the conversation. While Jason washed, I pissed and brushed my
teeth, and then we traded places. Pulling on our undies and grabbing the
rest of our clothes, we were eager to snuggle in Jason's large bed. He
turned off the lights in his room, and moonlight glowed through the fog out
the windows.

Stripping down to our briefs, we dived under his thick duvet. On our sides,
we curled and faced one another. "He we are," he whispered. I leaned in to
plant a gentle kiss on his full lips. I stroked a hand along his gorgeous
jaw, and through his thick, shoulder length hair. It was light brown and
shiny, and he should have been in a Prell commercial.

He was running a hand around my cotton-wrapped hip and butt cheek while our
tongues darted and wrestled, and soon the little bump in my small, low-rise
German undies grew to its full 3 inch length. Rolling me onto my back,
Jason kissed me more intensely, and then rolled on top. I spread my legs,
as his warm, throbbing hardness pressed into mine. I moaned and squeezed
both of his cotton-clad mounds, pulling him into me. He was kissing my
neck, and I nibbled his ear, as our hips ground together, and our pulsating
diamond hard cocks rubbed.

I was on the express train to Orgasm Town, so I gently rolled Jason round
onto his back, and lay on his hard, athletic body, and clasped his hands in
mine, drawing them over his head. We smiled deeply into each others' eyes.

"I love you, Robin," he whispered.

"I love you, Jase. Hold on a sec." I rolled out of bed, and he
whimpered. Going to my backpack, I pulled out the bottle of baby oil, and
got back into bed next to him. He'd been my tutor in everything sexual, so
I hoped to teach him something new.

"Check this out," I whispered. "You have no idea how good this feels on
your dick."

Grinning, he nodded and said, "Cool. Sometimes I use hand lotion. But this
could be way better." Dammit. Of course he knew about lubrication.

Kissing me lightly, he got out of bed, and pulled the duvet down, before
gathering up the now-dry towels we'd used that afternoon for hot
tubbing. "Here, let me lay these down."

I got out of bed, and he covered the bottom sheet with towels, before
wrapping his arms around me, and leaning in for another kiss. "That stuff
is probably pretty messy," he whispered into my ear, before gently bitting
my lobe. I giggled and pressed into him With the flat of his hand, he
rubbed my flesh tube, as it strained against my sheer little undies, Then,
I felt his thumbs hook into the waistband of my sheer little undies to pull
them down. My little boner smacked against his cotton-clad groin, and we
kissed again. I cupped his throbbing, steaming hardness, and even today, I
still remember the soft, pre-cum dampened texture. Breaking away from his
loving lips, I dropped to my knees to pull his white Fruit-of-the-Looms
down. His fat 5-inch love bone caught briefly in the blue and gold
waistband, smacking him, then bouncing to bean my forehead. I smiled at the
turgid wonder pole I loved so much. Gently grasping his smooth thick stalk
near the dusting of hairs at his thick, throbbing base, I kissed his red
mushroom head, then ran my tongue around the piss slit oozing sweet and
salty boy honey.

Gently grasping his 5-inch boy meat, I stood up to kiss my gorgeous tennis
god, and we lay down on the large fluffy towels. I poured a generous amount
of oil into one hand, and slathered it all over Jason's bobbing
erection. Kneeling between his wide-spread legs, I wrapped both hands
around his furious staff, and slickly stroked from his meager pubic growth
to the tip of pulsating helmet. Pushing and pulling and polishing his knob,
I knew the friction was building, as I his hips began to move.

He grabbed the bottle and reached down to poure some oil onto my junk, and
I sort of jumped from the coldness. But soon, his warm hands worked it into
my little boy boner, frothing my flesh with loud squelching rhythm. He
slicked and pulled my shaft and head with one hand, while lubriciously
fondling my dainty sack with the other. I brought one of my greasy hands to
his full, firm scrotum, running a finger down the central ridge to his very
sensitive taint, cupping his smooth, hairless sperm bank.

Pulling one of his legs up over my shoulder, I poured more oil into my
hand, and greased the crease between his firm butt globes. Frothing his
gleaming boy meat with an ever-louder squelching with one hand, I slicked
and slathered his rear with the other, and worked a finger round his tight
boy hole. Slowly his ring opened, and he groaned as I pushed my questing
finger in, rubbing the heel of my hand against his quivering taint.  He
could no longer reach me, as I masturbated him faster and harder. Before I
could pull his orgasm out, Jason clamped his hands over mine to stop me.

"Robin," he whispered. "Will you fuck me?"

In fact, I'd been thinking about the idea since Jason had shown me a
magazine with boys fornicating. What had seemed a little grody then was
naughty, but appealing now. We'd been finger-banging while blowing and
beating, and it was the natural next step. I grinned and nodded. "Put some
more oil on your dick, OK?"

I lubed some more, while Jason got up on all fours, his firm, pale butt
cheeks gleaming in the moonlight. I traced my fingers along the muscular
indentations, then up his slender waist, and knelt between his
legs. Spreading his knees a little further, he shivered a little, and
looked back. "Go slowly, Robin." Then he lowered his chest to the mattress,
and reached back with both hands to spread his greasy cheeks.

Carefully aiming my quivering little meat stick, I pressed the circumcised
head against the resistant circle of muscles. I pushed slowly, but neither
of us needed to worry. My thin little love wand was only slightly wider
than my finger. After the mushroom head popped through through, I slid all
the way in, and Jason inhaled sharply.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered

"Did for a sec, but not now. I love having you in me.

"You're so warm and tight!"

Slowly, I pistoned my hips back and forth for two or three strokes, wanting
to feel his hot love canal all night, all year, forever. But the moist
hugging heat was too much, and I couldn't fight the explosion erupting from
my squeezing little nuts.

"Nooooo!" I groaned in sweet pleasure and despair.

The itching dry fire barked out of my lust-puffed little dick head, and
burst out through my stomach. Sparks burst across my eyes, and I clenched
my teeth before falling once again into darkness.

Sometime later, I woke on my side, with Jason curled around me, holding me,
gently kissing my ear. "You're back," he whispered in delight. "That
was...something."

"I'm sorry Jase. I couldn't fight it. It felt so good."

He chuckled, "Don't worry, baby. I probably wouldn't last as long inside
you."

"Let's find out" I whispered, pushing my firm, small bottom against the
hardness pressed into my crease.

"I don't think I'll fit. You have to spend a lot of time loosening up. And
when Neil screwed me a couple of times, it hurt like hell."

I was a little afraid, but I wanted Jason to feel the same pleasure I
had. "So let's take our time."

Finding the baby oil, I handed him the bottle and rolled onto my
front. Jason sighed, and slicked his hands. Gently kneading my little round
rump, and slid a finger along my valley. "You have a fine ass," he
whispered.

I giggled. "You have fine hands. Now put them in me."

Slowly he worked a finger into me, and I pressed back, feeling my little
penis quivering. After a while, he tried to add another finger. I
gasped. It hurt, and we took a moment. "Try to relax," Jason gently
urged. Eventually, he got the second finger in. As he delicately moved in
and out, the soreness merged with a familiar pleasure, and my tiny cock was
soon back to its full 3 inches. A little later, he attempted a third
finger, and I yelped. No matter how slowly we tried, it was too painful,
and I muffled my agony with his pillow. I looked back to tell him to keep
going. But he could see the tears in my eyes, and refused. Truth be told, I
was sore for a day or two.

I rolled over, taking his chin in my hand, and kissed him. "I really want
you to fuck my butt."

"I wish I could stick it into your tight ass. Just not yet. But I can hump
your sweet little buns!"

I smiled and we kissed deeply, before he pushed me onto my back. I
slathered a little more oil into my hand and slicked his lurching
tumescence. I stroked his head and shaft, and it rigidly throbbed like a
hungry, concrete slab. Kneeling between my spread legs, he lifted my legs
with his upper arms, folding my knees onto my chest. Then, he leaned in to
kiss me on the lips, as his hot, heaving hardness pressed between my firm
mounds. First slowly, then with mounting fury, he plowed between my
buttocks. The squelching wetness of flesh on flesh grew louder, and
occasionally, his helmet caressed my taint and little wanut-sized love
purse

It was so hot, and I was so hard, I had to stroke myself in time with
Jason's feverous thrusting. He kissed along my chin and nibbled at my neck,
barely containing his moans. We both pounded harder, a desperate dance of
desire.

Suddenly, his pubescent ardor peaked, and hot streams of thin boy juice
blasted from his quaking kielbasa. He clamped his lips to my neck to stifle
his moan. The first jet flew high, landing in my hair and across my
face. The second covered my chest and stomach, and the rest coated my
jewels and bottom. He'd shot the biggest load yet.

Jason slowed his pumping, eventually stopped, and released the suction on
my necks, and lowered my legs. Licking some of his own goo from my lips, he
kissed me delicately, before chuckling. "You're a messy little boy."

"You better clean me up."

"Oh, I will." Very carefully, he used his tongue on my hair, and face,
licking all traces of his love lava from my chest and tummy. Soon, he was
cleaning my quivering prong, and achingly tight little walnut-sized
scrotum. He didn't stop there. To my shock, he bent my knees against my
chest again, and licked the length of my bottom. I couldn't stop the moan
pushing out from my guts as he sucked and licked my slender divide.

"So good!" I whispered. I hooked my arms around my knees, to he could brush
his hand up and down the back of my legs and butt cheeks. I could I felt
the tip flicking around and around my sore little pucker, and my poor penis
felt like it would shatter from the strain. Thankfully, Jason's gently
grasped my tiny, lubricated tool with a thumb and a finger. First slowly,
then faster, he stroked me from the base of my quivering hardness, up the
shaft, and around my angry, aching glans. Slick skin slathered, while
Jason's tongue gently entered my tight back door.

I could see his other arm pounding, and heard the frenzied passion as he
pleasured himself along with me. Pushing my bottom back and forth toward
Jason's sucking mouth in time with his ever harder stroking, I was panting,
then choked back a building scream. My penis suddenly blasted dry, fiery
lust, and waves of pleasure exploded across my spasming body. I felt myself
clench onto Jason's tongue as stars exploded, and I fell into the void.

Some time later, I roused in the dark. I was on my side, with Jason spooned
around me under the covers. He was gently snoring into my hair, with an arm
wrapped around my middle. We were both in fresh underpants - Jason's briefs
- and the towels were gone. I must have been in a deep sleep for a while if
he could clean me up and dress me. I settle back and wiggled my bum a
little deeper into my boyfriend, then fell back asleep.

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We slept in the next day. When we finally got out of bed, Mrs. Bisset and
Sean had left for church. Groggily, we pulled on jerseys, and climbed
upstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. We sat side by side in the breakfast
nook eating cereal, gazing out at the ocean.

"It's blue, like your eyes," he murmured. I smiled and knocked my bare knee
into his.  "Flatterer. You think that'll work on me?"

"It might." He grinned and I felt his hand running up the inside of slender
little thigh. His hand came to rest under my shirt, just before the elastic
leg openings of the underpants I wore. As he finished his cereal with one
hand, he gently squeezed my thigh with the other. My little penis struggled
against its Fruit-of-the-Looms prison.

"I seem to be in some stranger's undies."

He chuckled. "Yeah, you were snoozing big time. I didn't bother searching
around in your bag."

"Besides," he added, "You know it turns me on."

"Perv," I retorted, while gliding my own hand up his leg, and his jersey,
and nntoo his cotton-clad crotch. Sure enough, his hard cock pressed out
against the cloth prison. I lightly ran a finger up and down the length of
the tube straining against soft, thick weaving. "But a really sexy perv."

Grasping the top of my little tent with three finger tips, Jason stroked a
thumb around my tender glans I groaned, and he whispered into my ear,
"Wanna get back in bed?"  He needn't ask twice, and moments later, his
bedroom door slammed behind us. We kissed with intention and force and
passion, and caressed with love and concern. He tasted like Cheerios.

I pulled his jersey over his head, and he removed mine. When it came off,
he froze, squinting at my neck. "Oh shit, dude."

"What is it?"

"Looks like a hickey. I'm really sorry."

"A what?"

Rolling his eyes, he explained the throat bruise he gave me while sucking
my neck. I didn't it was a big deal, and he shrugged, before kissing me
some more.

Almost naked, our rigid meat sticks pressed through soft woven underwear,
and we ran our hands all over each others backs and bums. Suddenly, Jason
pulled away to get his camera.

"Again? Now??" I whined.

"Just a couple. You look so hot."

It became kind of funny. He made me do a few model poses, with my hip bent
out toward the camera, a peg jutting out of oversized briefs. Then he used
a timer to shoot a few of us together, with our arms around each others'
waists, and then us kissing. A print he gave me later shows an athletic,
pubescent boy kissing an apparently younger, lean blond. Very little of
their faces can be seen through long, cascading hair. Their legs are
twined, and the dark-haired boy is lightly goosing the very bottom of the
blond's white briefs. That's a shot he later sold to American Boy, a
magazine published in Holland.

I loved his fingers creeping from the thick back panel draped across my
crevice, forward, between my thighs, to tickle my little balls. It made me
shiver, and embrace Jason harder.

At last, we dove back under the covers, and rolled with passionate
squeezing. I loved him so much, and just wanted his skin to stay wrapped
around mine forever. We kissed harder, our tongues pressing, and playing
and sloppy with spit. I lay on top of his tennis-toned chest, and feathered
my fingers along his sides, as I ground my diamond hard little lust stick
against his bigger, fatter throb-monster. His spread legs wrapped around my
firm little ass, and my hips rocked in a slow, easy motion.

We were getting warmer, and Jason threw off the duvet, then clutched my
round bun to pull me into him. I licked and nibbled his full lips, moaning
into his mouth. By then, his love nozzle had been oozing generously. The
thick front panel of his briefs were damp and rich with boy syrup, and
starting to moisten mine.

Our hips pistoned faster, and we burnished our dicks together with
increasing fury. Kissing and nibbling on each others's faces, ears and
chins, we were sweating as we pounded our 13-year-old hips together. I slid
my slender tummy across his firm abs, and we ground our underpants together
harder. I groaned, as the rich, itching burn built, and I was panting as I
thrust harder into my gorgeous boyfriend. My toes made fists, my legs
clamped and my back arched as I powered my bald loins into hot, damp,
throbbing softness. Shuddering with the convulsive fire powering from my
still useless nuts, I humped, fast and furiously into my Jason. His strong
young hands pulled me into him again, and again, and again, and I growled
hoarsely as my little prong pulsed dry fire and my eyes were lit like the
fourth of July.

My breath deepened, and my pulse slowed, and I kissed Jason lightly on the
lips.

"Dude, you didn't pass out." He kissed my my ear and chin.

I almost laughed. "Doesn't always happen, asshole."

Moving to Jason's side, I curled on leg over his, and lay my head on his
chest. Kissing his pecs, and nibbling his hard nipples, I cupped the warm
flesh tube straining up the damp center panel of his tight white
briefs. Slowly I rubbed the flat of my hand from the helmet down the stalk,
gently pressing finger tips from the swollen nut pouch, back toward his
firm, sexy divide.

He started breathing heavily, as I rubbed more forcefully, feeling more
pre-cum seep through his dick's soft cotton restraint. I felt his hips
slowly rock, and I leaned up to kiss his neck, pushing my hand into his
briefs. Wrapping my palm around his slimy, thrumming member, I stroked
harder, and Jason moaned.

Sitting back on my heels, with my solid little ass resting on one of his
legs, I pulled Jason's waistband down enough to reveal his fat, steaming
penis. Gripping him firmly by the shaft, I drew my thumb up his
lust-saturated frenulum to his oozing piss slit and back, making him
groan. I knew he was near, as more lava poured from his love volcano.

Clamping my lips around the ridge of his red mushroom nozzle, I licked and
swallowed his delicious goo. With a tight suction around his circumcision
scar, I started stroking his thick flesh gun from the scattering of hairs
at the base, and back.

As Jason's pelvis thrust harder, and he moaned with desperation, I pounded
more furiously, and sucked his tormented little head. "Robin, I'm
cuuuuuuu!!" he wailed. Suddenly, he arched his back, thrusting his head all
the way to my mouth. I gaged, and, as the first jet of thin boy chowder
filled my throat, I choked and had to pull off.

Another jet burst across my face, as he fucked my tight grip. I coughed and
swallowed, and two more blasts of boy icing decorated his tummy and
underpants. Slowly he eased, and gently, but firmly I milked the last of
his orgasm into my thirsty mouth. Sweety, salty goodness, with a slight
taste of carrots, Jason's jizz was probably the only man milk I've ever
really loved. But maybe that was because I was in love with him.

"Oooh, man, dude, that was so fucking dyno." Slowly his breath went back to
normal.

"I guess. You made a serious mess!" He chuckled, and I pulled his briefs
back over his drenched, deflating sausage. Laying back on his chest, I
gently kissed his beautiful lips.

"Yeah, I guess I wrecked my undies. But at least I can clean you up." Using
his tongue and his hips, he removed all of his cooling semen from my
forehead, eyelids, nose and cheek. Wrapping my hands under his neck, I
leaned in for another lingering kiss. Eventually, we stripped off our
briefs, and took turns with showers and toilet, making plans for the rest
of the day.