Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2019 21:06:03 +0000
From: h2dg1v+bftxwbkuzi1p8@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 12 | G <YF>

"Robin. Robin. Wake up." Lori was whispering into my ear, and gently
shaking me.

"Mmmmppphhhh." I groaned. It was early Sunday morning. What did my older
sister want?

"Mom and Dad are going to a golf outing. They won't be back until this
afternoon. And I'm hitting the swells. So you're in charge 'til I get, OK?"

"Mmmmpppphhh `K." I rolled over and wrapped an arm around Jason, and fell
back asleep.

My gorgeous 8th-grade boyfriend was on a sleep-over at my place for the
first time, and my family adored him. But it hadn't been easy getting my
little brother to be happy with the idea. You see, Chris was almost 10, and
a chronic bed-wetter, and had to wear diapers at night. Already miserable
about that, he was afraid Jason would make fun of him. To put his mind at
ease, Jason and I wore diapers that night as well. And it turned out it was
therapeutic for Jason, too.

His father was shitty, and Jason envied the love my family had for one
another. So I cuddled him through the night, and let him be my baby
boy. Given that he was bigger than me by six inches, and I was in delayed
adolescent development, it was a physical roll reversal. Still, he revealed
his vulnerabilities to me, and I wanted to wrap him with protection.

Later that morning, Chris woke me up. I told him to meet me in the
bathroom. Spooned around Jason's naked torso and legs, I caressed his firm
chest and abs, fluting circles until I reached the waistband of his plastic
pants. Running my hand inside, I found his cloth diapers were soaked.

"`Morning, Jase," I nuzzled into his long, light brown hair. "Looks like
somebody's cold and wet."

"Mmm-hmmm," he murmured.

"See you in the bathroom when you get up."

I got out of bed and padded down the hall to my shared bathroom. Chris
sleepily smiled. "You"re still in diapers."

"Yeah, buddy, a deal's a deal."

I closed the door, and Chris slipped off his plastic pants. He was a little
wet, and I unpinned his cotton nappies, tossing them in the diaper bin. The
laundry service sure earned their money. As I turned on the shower faucet
for my little brother, Jason stumbled in, yawning. Chris grinned to see the
older boy had also kept his promise. But as Jason pulled off his plastic
pants, Chris' eyes grew wide when realized the 13-year-old's diapers were
soggy.

Jason shrugged with a dopey smile told my brother, "I just want you to be
my friend, Chris."

"You definitely are!" Chris was grinning ear-to-ear, unaware that there
were deeper complexities involved. He hopped in for a quick shower. I
kissed Jason, and whispered in his ear. "That was really nice of you. You
could have waited for him to leave."

"No problemo, dude," he smiled into my eyes. I unpinned his soaked
swaddling, and tossed it in the bin. His dick was still soft, hanging like
a fat 3 inch sausage over a firm, smooth, testicle plumb. I traced my
fingers down his solid abs, and through the soft scattering of hairs at the
base of his pubic area.  There wasn't room for three in the shower cubicle,
so we waited a few minutes for Chris. We smiled with lazy love at one
another, and I could have drowned in the liquid pools of grayish green that
sparkled back. He glanced down to the front of my unsoiled diaper. He
reached to where my flaccid little dick lay harbored inside the cloth, and
gently squeezed. I sighed, and my little love prawn quivered. "Later," I
smiled. He unpinned my diaper, and tossed it in the bin.

Jason was so fucking hot. A popular guy at junior high, no one suspected
this tennis-toned stud loved cock. But it was the 70s in San Diego, and gay
boys mostly stayed undercover.

Chris stepped out. As I traded places, my brother yanked Jason down, held a
hand over Jason's ear, and whispered something into the long curtain of
draping hair.

The door closed when my brother left, and Jason got in beside me.

"What did he say to you?"

Jason smiled. "He said he was glad I was your boyfriend."

I grinned. "You know I am." Then I mentioned it was just the three of us
that morning, before planting a light kiss on his full lips.

The warm stream cascaded down our slippery, wet bodies. We slid arms around
one another, and kissed with morning drowsiness. Our long hair plastered
around our necks. My hands slithered over his firm, wet, rubbery globes and
I lightly tickled him underneath, then squeezed the creamy roundness. So
solid. So unyielding. Our tongues touched and twined, tracing baroque
patterns of saliva and flesh.

Soaping a wash cloth, I scrubbed Jason's arms and pits and chest, then his
hard abs. Crouching down, I washed his hips and pubic mound, and inside his
thighs. I soaped and scrubbed to his toes and back, and by the time I reach
is full, hairless love purse, his cock was hard and throbbing.

Gently, I took his quivering penis in my hand, and washed it slowly and
carefully, and then soaped and cleansed his lusty testicles. Jason was
breathing deeply as I stood up and kissed him slowly on the lips.

"Turn around so I can wash your back."

Soaping him again, I scrubbed from his broad shoulders inward to his
slender, round butt, then I washed his trim, muscular legs to his feet, and
back to his perfect ass. Peeling apart his solid round buns, I scoured his
crevice, and pressed a finger into his quivering hole. He gasped and
shivered, as my well-lathered finger slowly entered his tightly bound
circle. Gently, but forcefully, I pushed to his quivering acorn. In and
out, my finger cleaned and pushed and rubbed, while my other hand gently
grasped his throbbing wand. Jason gasped and moaned as I stroked and
rubbed, until he pulled my hands away.

"Your turn."

With wash cloth and soap, Jason scrubbed and polished my tender young skin,
brushing and burnishing me from toes to chin. And I was harder than the
granite shower stones as his soapy finger cleaned my tight little hole. I
was panting, and my pert little bottom started to drive rhythmically back
to Jason's hand. My prick stabbed with my pulse, and I was moaning hard in
time with his fingering. If he'd touched my 3 inch boy pole, I'd have
instantly exploded.

Instead, he slowly pulled out and turned me to face him, as we kissed in
the warm waterfall.

"Fuck me, Robin," he whispered. "Put your dick inside me."

He lay on his back, with his feet planted wide, and his knees bent toward
the water beating down on his torso and crotch. His 5 inch hardness drummed
against his sparse pubes, and I knelt between his legs. He smiled with
eagerness, while I soaped from his passion pole to his tender, clenching
love hole. I bent his knees to his chest, and hooked his feet over my
shoulders. Jason held his buns wide, as I pressed my soapy little pickle to
his back door.

Gently I pushed, and my mushroom met with little resistance. Jason inhaled
sharply, as my head popped in, then quietly moaned as I slid balls deep
into him. His steaming oven clasped like a glove, rhythmically griping and
releasing me in time with Jason's bobbing diamond hardness. We both
trembled. "Hold on a sec," I whispered, waiting to calm my shivering
desire. I didn't want to cum immediately.

I bent down and kissed Jason's full lips, forcing my pulsating probe
further into my boyfriend's cock-hungry crevasse. Wrapping all my fingers
around his drumming penis, I stroked a thumb up his glans, along the
frenulum to the tip and back, and he moaned harder, pushing his prostate
against me.

"Fuck me, Robin, please!"

Slowly, I rocked my hips in and out, never letting my pelvis lose
contact. I feared slipping out, but I built up speed, and stroked Jason's
shaft in time with my thrusting. The water poured down and over-flowed his
flexing and unflexing abs.

His hot channel clasped me, the friction building, pulling my desire
through my quaking boyhood. My fingers pounded his fat, aching, palpitating
penis with rising fury, as I thrust harder. He grunted loudly, his eyes
tightly shut, and his anus clamped hard around my lust rocket. Then he shot
thin streams of lava over his face and across his chest.

Somehow, I remembered my pediatrician's advice, and worked my lungs like
bellows. I couldn't hold back.  Loudly wailing Jason's name, I pumped my
hips into him, trying to shoot my very soul into him. Three or four pulses
of fire erupted dryly out of my fleshy root, and more throbbed out as I
dizzily collapsed between Jason's knees, into his arms.

He nuzzled my ear, and quietly said, "You're not dead."

"It has something to do with breathing."

Smiling tenderly at one another, we pulled ourselves up, and we gently
kissed.

"That was so good, Robin."

"I didn't think I could hold out, Jason. Sometimes, I had to imagine
Mrs. Martinez," I replied, mentioning my elderly social studies teacher. He
chuckled, and I got some shampoo to wash his hair. By the time he finished
washing mine, we'd used up all the hot water. Shivering from the cold, we
got out, and I noticed both of our jewels had curled up into little round
balls.

Giggling, we compared our shriveled packages, and toweled ourselves
dry. Maybe knowing it was just us boys in the house, Jason wasn't shy
walking naked back to my room. He grabbed a fresh pair of snowy white,
Fruit-of-the-Looms, and pulled them up his slender, muscular legs. They
hugged his firmly toned buttocks.  I pulled on a pair of my low-rise
briefs, and a t-shirt. Though my undies clung tightly, my still shriveled
junk barely dented the sheer, white cotton. Jason was bent over, searching
through his bags, and I admired the soft back panel stretched across his
solid, round ass. I walked over and lightly tickled his cloth-bound cleft,
and forward to his still shrunken bag. I gently caressed his arch, and he
quivered, while searching in frustration.

Standing up, he turned to me and rolled his eyes. "I forgot to bring
another shirt."

"Don't worry, dude. Robin's here to save the day." I pulled out another of
my soccer jerseys, and tossed it to him. Bought with "room to grow," they
covered me like dresses, so I never wore them to school. But on him, one of
the pro uniforms fell just below his undies.

"Look's good," I smiled.

"What's `FC Zurich' mean, anyway?"

"Fussballclub Zurich. Basically, any time you see an FC, it means `football
club.'"

"They any good?" he asked as we left to go downstairs.

"The best! They're in the Super League, and they've won the championships
the last two years, and the Swiss cup, and they'll be going for the UEFA
cup," I nattered on as we got to the kitchen. When I started talking about
Köbi Kuhn and Fritz Künzli, he finally stopped me.

"Dude, I have no idea what you're talking about," and chuckled. I wanted
watch a game with him to explain, but this was years before cable or
satellite TV, and U.S. networks rarely showed any soccer. We got all of our
news from magazines.

Admiring Jason's legs some more, I was proud my boyfriend was losing some
of his modesty in my house. I got us some cereal and milk, and we joined
Chris in the den to eat. He was lying on his stomach, with a pillow under
his chest, watching a nature show. My little brother's baggy t-shirt had
ridden up, exposing his small bottom, wrapped tightly in little green and
white striped briefs.

I noticed Jason checking out Chris' back side, then making a little
adjustment to his underpants. I smirked, and he gave me a guilty smile,
when he saw he was busted.

We ate, and watched something about bears, as Lori got home. Her
full-length wet-suit was pulled down to her waste, the arms tied like a
belt, and her damp blond hair fell messily to the one-piece hugging her
shoulder. "You guys are just eating now? It's almost noon."

"Nice day to sleep in. How were the waves?"

"Radical! I hit Black's. Epic outside sets."

"See Chris?," I said to my brother, "You should have come with me
yesterday."

"Halt die klappe," he muttered.

Lori went up to shower, while Jason and I finished eating. We stretched out
on the couch, with my back to his chest, and one of Jason's arms wrapping
me. Occasionally, he kissed my hair-draped ear. The show was boring, and I
dozed, until I heard Lori's voice.

"Dudes. It's a beautiful day. Go outside."

"Wanna go swimming?" I asked Jason.

"Um, yeah."

After cleaning our breakfast mess, I jogged upstairs for towels, and met
Jason in the backyard. Even though it was winter in San Diego, it was
almost 80 degrees. Chris had shed his shirt, and was doing kick-ups with a
soccer ball on the lawn.

"You need more practice juggling," I said to Jason, peeling my shirt off to
join Chris. Hesitantly, he removed his jersey, and came over to pass and
bounce a ball off his knees. After a few minutes, I think he completely
forgot that we three boys were only in our undies in broad daylight. Though
he was kind of clumsy, he was laughing and un self-conscious, trying to
keep up with Chris and me. Over time, he'd have great ball control. For
now, he was just having fun and sweating in the tree shaded yard.

Eventually, we were eager to chill off in the pool. Walking over to the
outdoor shower, Chris and I shed our briefs and took turns rinsing off,
while Jason shyly stripped. After showering, he and my brother jumped into
the pool, and I dropped off our underwear on one of the deck recliners, A
second later, I was swimming and playing silly games like Marco Polo with
the other boys.

Lori came out to get Chris. One of his friends was on the phone. Jason
quickly covered his junk with his hands, but she'd gone back inside without
giving him a glance. After Chris dried and went in, I felt Jason cup my
slippery little butt cheek.

I smiled. "Wanna get out and work on our tans?"

He laughed, "Our what?"

It was funny, because he had a sort of a farmer's tan from playing tennis
every day, golden brown skin contrasting with creamy skin almost as the
white the underpants he wore. And as for me, I only had a little color on
my legs, face and arms from P.E. and weekends shooting hoops. We got out of
the water, and lay back in a couple of the lounge chairs, soaking in the
brilliant sunshine.

Chris came out and pulled on his underwear. "I'm going over to Pablo's," he
said, mentioning one of his best friends. He walked over to Jason, and
leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. "It was lots of fun having you
here. Hope you stay over again."

Jason, grinned and replied, "you could keep me away. Later, Chris."

As my brother went inside, Lori came out, wearing nothing but
sunglasses. "You guys hogging all the sun?"

Jason quickly covered his junk with his hands, furtively glancing at my
sister's breasts and bush. She lay back on the recliners on my other side,
and glanced toward my boyfriend.

"Dude, relax. I see my brothers and my dad nude almost every day," she
said, before returning her gaze skyward. "But you guys might want to avoid
burning your units."

With slow deliberation, he uncovered his pubescence, while I got up and
handed him his briefs. We both pulled on our undies and lay back down. We
closed our eyes, and all quietly baked, unaware of what science would
reveal some 20 years in the future. A little while later, Lori told us we
were starting to burn, and should roll over.

Lying face down in the soothing heat, I drifted asleep, until Lori was
shaking me. "Robin. Wake up, man. You're really red. You guys gotta get out
of the sun."

Hanging our towels on a wall to dry, we grabbed our shirts and went in. My
parents were in the kitchen, back from golfing.

"Hello boys. Hungry?" asked my dad. Of course we were. We were
teenagers. My mom got up to peer at us. Jason stood still, abashed at being
half-dressed and scrutinized.

"You boys are sunburnt. I'll get the cream." She came back a moment later,
and slathered sunburn cream on my back, and the backs of my legs, then
treated Jason. He stood awkwardly still until she finished and handed him
the jar.

"Ja. OK, now you boys do your fronts and faces." She smiled and sat down at
the table. "And stay out of the sun for the rest of the day." She turned to
read the newspaper.

My dad set down sandwiches and fruit for us, as we finished applying
ointment to ourselves. Then, Jason and I sat down for lunch, and my parents
went out to the back with iced tea to read in the shade. We munched and
laughed, and tossed food at other's mouths, usually missing.

Lori came in minutes later. Pulling off her sunglasses, she sighed. "Mom
says you guys have the sunburn cream." Then she rolled her eyes. We
giggled. My mom was super sweet, but she could also be bossy.

"You guys look like tomatoes," she said. Thinking for a second, she left
and returned with her Instamatic. "Stand up guys." We stepped away from the
table, carefully draping our hands around each other's stinging wastes so
she could take a couple of shots. The print I share with friends today
shows two broadly grinning, willowy, long-haired boys, hugging against one
another. One young boy is inches taller and more muscular. Their bright red
skin contrasts sharply with their white cotton briefs.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, after Lori left.

Giving him a conspiratorial look, I said, "Twister?"

"Who'd spin the arrow?" He was right. I thought for a minute.

"Chess?"

"Usual bet?" He gave me a naughty smile.

"Of course!"

We cleaned up the lunch mess, and went upstairs to my room. I shut the
door, and opened the window to let out the afternoon heat. We could hear my
parents occasionally speaking to one another, as I got out the board and
set up the pieces. We had to lie down on the bed gently, because our burnt
torsos were tender.

As we played, I'd gaze on Jason's slender, sinewy figure. He was only
13. But to me, his lean, long legs, broad chest and defined abs were a big
boy build. And his red skin complemented the bright white of his soft
Fruit-of-the-Looms in a very sexy way. Sometimes, I couldn't stop staring
at that cotton treasure box, which churned my little dick.

He'd catch me staring, and would smile, moving a hip to strike a
pose. Distracting the fuck out of me, he had me in checkmate in an hour. I
put away the board and pieces. Smiling, I got onto my knees, and looked
down at the ground, to make the traditional payoff.

"Winner's choice. How may I serve M'Lord?" I giggled.

Jason got off the bed, and stood in front of me.

He was giggling too, but tried to keep in character. "Look up, Slave."

I looked up at Jason, he was grinning ear-to-ear. "Kiss his Majesty's
nuts." Eagerly, I leaned in to his snowy-white underpants, and tenderly
kissed his full, firm pouch. Planting more kisses across his briefs, I
traced my fingertips up the insides of his bright red thighs, and gently
fluted back and forth, under his cloth-wrapped arch. He sighed, and a his
undies tented quickly.

I don't know what Jason's original plan was, but I took charge, pressing
the flat of my hand on his growing bulge. As his boy tube hardened, I
rubbed up and down the soft center panel of his fluffy American briefs. He
quietly moaned, and his dick became steel.

With both hands on either side of his hips, I gently pulled his waistband
out and down to his ankles. Jason's thick cock trembled from a triangle of
white brightly sharply bordering his sunburn. I faced his angry 5 -inch
flesh stick squeezing out of light ring of pubes. Every time it bobbed, his
smooth, hairless, plumb-sized scrotum contracted. I kissed the furious red
mushroom head, and stood up to kiss Jason on the lips.

After pulling the duvet off my bed, I gently pushed Jason down by the
shoulders, making him lay back. "M'Lord's scepter requires bathing," I
proclaimed, which sent us both into hysterics. Jason spread his legs, and I
saw him wince as his tender thighs rubbed against even the softness of my
bed sheet. Kneeling between his legs, I bent down and lightly kissed his
quivering sausage, from the tip to the sparsely feathered root. His hips
rose, and Jason lightly moaned.

Delicately, I pulled Jason's ruby red knees to his crimson chest, holding
the back of his thighs with each hand. Flicking my tongue around his
quivering helmet, I slather and gently sucked his knob, before licking up
and back, along the pulsating shaft. I made sure to coat every straining
inch. Then I nuzzled his full hairless sack, luxuriating in the very faint
scents of chlorine and sweat. I kissed one side of the dividing ridge, then
the other, and slowly licked up and back along his seam. Opening my mouth
wide, I sucked in first one side of his delicious scrotum, then the other,
tickling his balls with my flicking tongue. As I licked and sucked, his
hips gently rocked. Releasing his luscious, palpitating sperm purse, my
tongue tip fluttered down toward his cleft.

Sealing my lips around his taint, I slathered his sensitive nether land
with mouth gravy, before moving to his love canal. A slight salty tang
merged with more chlorine fragrance. I was hungry for his hairless,
well-cleaned crease, and licked and sucked all along the valley
floor. Jason hooked his legs over my back, and his fingers swam through my
long blond hair. His breathing grew hard, and he lightly moaned. I used one
hand to rub his tummy, while cupping and fondling his straining sack with
the other.

When my tongue moved back to center on his sensitive ring, Jason gently
thrust his hips toward my hungry mouth, and slightly pulled my hair toward
him. With another hand he started to masturbate his needy boyhood. At the
same time, my own 3-inch hardness strained in desperation against my tight
little briefs. Craving any friction, I gently rocked my hips to pull the
sheer fabric across my tender head. It was more torment than relief.

Circling my tongue tip round and round Jason's flexing ring of muscles, I
caressed an opening, and swabbed into his sensitive hollow. I could hear
the mounting rhythm as he stroked himself harder, his sphincter opened and
closed on my tongue with the clenching of his firm globes around my
face. In vain, I humped against my cotton constraints, and lightly moaned
in frustration

When a snatch of my parents' conversation drifted through the window, we
stifled our very soft moans. Jason was reaching his crescendo, and hips
thrusts out, his balls tightened and his buns flexed. His ring clamped on
my tongue tip, and I heard a muffled, high-pitched note. I felt a splash
across the back of the hand caressing his tummy.

Four more explosions descended, with his hips, ass and balls constraining
to fire all Jason's syrup out of his pounding cannon. I gently lowered him
from my shoulders, and found he'd pulled a pillow over his face as a
silencer. First licking my hand clean, I went on to swallow every savory
drop off of Jason's slender young torso, enjoying the thin, sweet, salty,
carroty broth. He was still heaving into the pillow as my mouth worked its
way back to his belly button. I was on all fours facing his white hot loin,
when I heard the pillow come off his face, and a long, satisfied sigh
exhale, as I cleaned off the last of his nectar from his slightly frilled
pubic mound. Licking round his stalk, I locked my lips around his
circumcision scar, and sucked his knob clean.

I felt one hand gently caress my tightly bound little bottom, while another
set of fingers cupped my throbbing meat, pressing firmly against its
cloth-cloaked desire. I lightly moaned around his helmet, and felt his
hardness fully returned. Repositioning himself, Jason placed his head
between my spread knees, and traced up the inside of my stinging sunburnt
thighs. Again caressing my firm little ass with one hand, he traced a
finger up and back along the pulsing tube pressing out from my undies.

Jason was torturing me, and I desperately needed to cum. So I tormented him
back, lightly flicking my tongue against his aching pole, never pressing
very hard, stopping only long enough to gently press my lips against his
quaking flesh. I think he got the message, as he clasped my cotton-clad
bone and stroked with a thumb and a finger.

Once again clamping my lips around his mushroom ridge, I slurped his
swollen volcano cap, and wrapped my hand around his stalk to pump in time
our thrusting hips.

Finger tips pulled the waistband of my undies to hook behind my smooth
little sack. Then Jason pulled my hips down. When I felt hot breath on my
tumescence, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, so I sucked
and pounded him with rising fury.

Jason kissed the tip, and firmly gripping my little buttocks like softballs
as he pulled all of me into his hot, wet mouth. I plunged and pulled
through his tight lip suction for a handful of pumps. He pulled off of me,
grasping me with a thumb and three fingers along my stabbing length,
stifling a groan. Feeling my hair trigger pulling, I let Jason fall from my
mouth in time for a very thin jet to strike me in the face. I ground my
teeth together, and choked a desperate scream in my chest. I thrust my
pelvis into Jason's warm hand sheeth, and my little love gun fired the
first of its dry blanks. My smooth little balls hugged into my thigh arch,
and pleasure exploded across my body. A second mad burst pulsed, and I
thrust harder. Stars exploded before my closed eyes, and I collapsed into
darkness.

Minutes later, I groggily resurfaced, my thighs straddling Jason's head, my
crotch and torso lying in reverse of his, and the side of face on one of
Jason's hips.

My underpants were pulled back to cover my junk, and Jason was lightly
caressing my small, cotton-wrapped buns.

"Mmmmm...that was so good," I murmured.

"Yeeeeaaaah. I can't believe you made me cum again so quickly."

Gently grasping his spent, flaccid stalk, I carefully cleaned the few drops
of boy nectar drooling from his nozzel. He sucked in breath. "Be
careful. I'm really sensitive."

"Sorry."

Smiling, I slowly got up on all fours. After wiping small streams of Jason
Honey from my face, chest and shoulder and sucking them down, I carefully
cleaned the few strands I found on his legs crotch and tummy. Then I rolled
into his arms and he wrapped around me for a delicate kiss, and we both
drifted off to sleep.