Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2019 15:49:55 +0000
From: hd3n8o+2vgj5fice3g1g@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 16 | G <YF>

When we got home from my little brother Chris' 10th birthday skiing trip,
his adorable red-headed best friend Trevor demanded I come to his 10th
birthday party the next month. Too bad it wasn't a sleep over, because we'd
had some great sex at Big Bear, and I figured Chris and he would be
practicing whenever they had a chance.

For the next week or two, I returned to my routine. Surfing at dawn,
getting my brother up, then biking to junior high. When we could, my 8th
grade boyfriend, Jason and I would sneak off to make out and masturbate one
another. He was such a gorgeous stud, but he had geared back up with
private tennis practice every afternoon, prepping for a big tournament in
Orange County. Back in the 70s, that was only an hour drive from our San
Diego beach suburb. But he'd be staying for the weekend.

Jason's mom, Dr. Bisset, was taking him up there. Rather than leave Jason's
11-year-old brother, Sean with his father she was divorcing, he was going
to stay with our family for the weekend.

That Friday, things went weird during music class. It was winter in San
Diego, and even though that meant the daytime temperature in our beach town
was 60-75 degrees (F), it was still cold-and-flu season. Our regular
teacher was out, and the substitute didn't know how to lead a band. We'd
been doing album show-and-tell reports all week, bringing in our favorite
vinyl records. The substitute clearly didn't care about the class, so Zach
Lange, Cindy Mathews and I spent most of the period in the instrument
storage room, just shooting the shit.

Cindy was a borderline bad girl who sometimes scared me, but I liked her.

Zach was a super cute boy who lived by Jason. He was slender, about my
height, with long flowing hair, and always wore embroidered peasant
shirts. He was really sexy, and we'd spent a couple of steamy afternoons at
Jason's place.

We were laughing about whatever kids laugh about, when Zach got up. "Gotta
hit the boy's room," and he closed the door behind.

Cindy smirked and said, "He's really cute, but not as cute as you." I must
have blushed. "Come on, man. You're a good looking kid." I must have said
something classically dumb like "so are you," which she brushed aside, and
then went very direct.

"I've heard Zach's wiener is really hairy and veiny." She pulled a face of
disgust.

I've always been a terrible lier, but I did my best, looking away. "I don't
know. I've never looked."

"Uh-huh," she said, grinning. Standing up, she pulled me to my feet. A few
inches taller, she stared into my eyes and asked if she could see my
dick. "I'll show you my pussy," she promised.

I didn't want to see her pussy. I'd seen my mother and my big sister naked
all the time, and a few years earlier, Lori let me inspect her up close. So
there was no mystery, and I didn't feel any desire. But Cindy pressed me,
and I finally agreed. Growing up in Europe, I wasn't hesitant about about
nudity itself.

Quickly hiking up her dress and holding the hemline under her chin, she
shoved her panties down. Then she quickly undid my belt and trousers, and
pulled out my underpants. Smiling, she looked at me, and said, "So smooth
and cute! Can I touch it? You can touch me."

I submitted, hoping to get this over with quickly. She pushed her hand into
my little briefs and fondled me for a minute. I didn't get hard. When I
didn't grope her, disappointment clouded her face. "Don't you want to feel
my pussy?" she asked. I really didn't but pretended, and got it over with
quickly.

Just then, Zach walked through the door. His jaw dropped, as Cindy giggled
and we pulled up our clothes.  
"You guys want to come over to
my place after school?" she asked in a quiet, sultry voice.

We both came up with lame excuses, which she didn't believe.

After class, Zach sidled up and said, "You gotta be careful with her. She's
friends with Susie McCallister," one of the school bullies. "I have to tell
you something about those girls," he said. We made plans get together at
the beach the next day.

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That afternoon, Dr. Bisset stopped by our house on the way to Orange County
with Jason, dropping Sean off for the weekend. The younger son followed
Chris up to his room to drop off his bag. Minutes later, the two kids were
running naked out to the swimming pool, and were splashing and laughing
until dinner. The 6th grader had none of his brother's modesty away from
home, and was perfectly happy sitting down to eat half-dressed in underwear
and a t-shirt my like my siblings and me.

After we cleaned up dinner, we all played games and watched TV in the den,
until my parents and Lori drifted off, and I wanted to go read for a
while. So I lead the younger boys up stairs to get ready for bed.

Like me, my 10-year-old brother Chris was a slow-grower, a deep-sleeper,
and a bed-wetter. He was taking a little longer to grow out of it, so he
still needed to wear diapers at night, which was completely humiliating for
him. Only a couple of his closest friends in the U.S. knew. My boyfriend,
Jason, and I figured out how to set him at ease: if everyone were diapered,
how could he be ridiculed? So, whenever Jason slept over, we all were
swaddled for the night.

Jason's little brother had just learned this, and agreed to the secret
initiation into "Chris Club" for a sleep-over. He and Chris peed and
brushed their teeth, then met me in my brother's bedroom, where I'd laid
out two sets of cloth diapers. I may have mentioned this before, but
disposables were not widespread in the 70s, and my brother was happy that
the diaper service trucks only came by during school hours.

Chris pulled off his tiny European briefs and laid down on the carefully
folded cloth. Sean pulled off his soft, white Fruit of the Looms, tossing
them toward his backpack. Despite his semi, he looked hesitant, so I
smiled, and took his hand, leading him to his diapers and gently urged him
down. The second his firmly muscular little bottom touched the field of
cotton, his boy pole grew fully hard, bobbing and demanding attention.

Looking down at his slender, athletic little form - a smaller version of
his handsome, tennis-toned brother - my cock stretched up my sheer, snug
briefs. We smiled into each other's eyes, and I could see Chris staring at
Sean's erection, while his own prick sprung into action. Sitting on my
knees between both boys, I warmed baby oil with both hands, then reached
down to both penises, as they quivered expectantly.

I gently grasped Chris' 2-inch baby snake by its uncut mushroom head,
making him squeak, while Sean sighed as I delicately clutched his redder
knob. First slowly skinning Chris back, I used thumbs and index fingers to
slick around both boys' sensitive ridges, up to their tips and back. They
shivered as I grasped them more firmly, to rub my thumb around and around
the bottom side of their heads.

While my brother squirmed and sighed, Sean repositioned himself so he could
reach over and run his fingers through Chris' long blond hair. Smiling
dreamily, my brother turned to brush Sean's jaw-length, light brown hair
from the 11-year-old's face, then leaned in to gently kiss him on the
cheek.  Sean sighed, and brought his lips to Chris', and soon their lips
were passionately locked.

At the same time, I'd been running both oil-greased hands along the
pre-pubescent lengths of their hungry, turgid prongs. Cupping their tightly
straining little love purses with my palms, I gently rubbed two finger tips
up and down the sides of their desperately thrumming meat
sticks. Occasionally, I'd delicately use my finger nails to scratch down
the central lengths of their palpitating boy stalks. Sean's hips responded
in kind, pushing against my caressing hand.

Kissing and moaning, both boys were running their hands under each other's
t-shirts. I brought my thumb and two fingertips again to their little
missile tips, to gently stroke down their lengths on three sides, then all
the way back. First slowly, then with increasing speed, I pressed harder,
and as I pulled to their trembling mushroom heads, I'd twirl my fingertips,
then stroke back.

Sean and Chris half-hugged each other tight, as they moaned harder. I had
to shush them once, and their chests worked like bellows, as they shuddered
and squirmed. Both Chris's skinny hips and Sean's more muscular pelvis
thrust up and down in time with my more furiously masturbating hands.

Knowing they were close, I buried their little pokers in both of my fists,
and pounded them like drums. Squelching, oily sounds filled their air with
the raspy, choked-off moans. Then Chris' face scrunched in red-raging
agony, and his back arched, lifting his little boy groin skyward. He thrust
twice more before falling back onto the rug, while I felt his penis pulse a
couple of times more.

Releasing Chris, I used that hand to cup Sean's tightly contracting
scrotum. Gently rubbing his smooth sack with my palm, I ravaged him with my
other hand. With eyes tightly shut, Sean gritted his teeth and groaned, and
pressed himself up. His little fists beat down, and I gently held his
raging hardness so he could fuck my hand with his climax. Soon, his hips
quieted, and his breathing slowed, while an angelic smile spread across his
beautiful young face. Sean's little love gun softened in my hand, and I let
him go.

Sighing, he whispered, "Oh fuck, that felt so good, Robin."

I smiled back into his eyes. "Yeah, you felt amazing in my hand, Sean."

He looked over at my sleeping brother, and chuckled. "I'm jealous you guys
cum so hard."

I shook my head. "Dude, it can be a little scary." Kneeling beside Chris, I
straightened his diapers under his skinny little bottom, then had him
powdered, pinned and in plastic pants in a minute. Then I turned to do the
same with Sean. I smiled. "You guys look really cute together. Like
adorable baby boys."

Blushing, he responded, "Shut up."

Chris was only 20 pounds lighter than me, so I couldn't lift him without
Sean's help. After tucking him into the queen-sized bed, I turned to shut
off the lights and leave. Chris stopped me, running a finger along the
raging bone tenting out my tight little briefs.

"What about you, Robin?"

"I can take care of myself," I chuckled.

"Wait, let me."

Reminding Sean that I'd probably pass out with orgasm, I told him we'd have
to go to my room. There, I shut the door, and he wrapped his arms around my
waist, pressing my cotton-clad hardness into his slim, defined abs. The
foxy little 6th grader could be a charmer, when he wasn't being a cocky
little bastard. I leaned down to kiss his ear, "Remember, you're sleeping
with Chris, OK?" He nodded, smiled, and touched his lips to mine.

With practice, Sean was becoming a much better kisser, and our lips
caressed and nibbled, before our tongues came out to play.

Sean and I moved beside my large bed, where he pulled off his plastic
pants. "These are kind of annoying," he whispered. "But I'll put them back
on when I leave." Then I felt his fingers gently tickling my little scrotum
through the tightly stretched pouch of my sheer cotton undies. I quietly
sighed into his shiny hair, before kissing back along his cheek to his
lips.

I dove under the covers and Sean dove in after me. Spreading my legs wide,
I pulled him onto me. His pillowy diaper pressed into my cloth-trapped love
gun, and I could vaguely feel his hardness returning behind all that
fabric.

Resting his elbows between my arms and chest, he rubbed his nose across my
ribs, and my nipples hardened in my t-shirt. At the same time, Sean hips
began slowly pumping into me. I was diamond hard, and I stifled a moan.

With foggy moonlight streaming through the windows, I could see his smile
and sparkling eyes.

"This is so much better than humping a pillow," he whispered. "Do you ever
hump your pillow?"

I grinned, and admitted that when I fucked my pillow, I frequently spread
the pair of Fruit-of-the-Looms he'd traded me across it. "I like to pretend
I'm boning Jason."

"What a perv" he giggled, and pressed harder into my straining bone.

"Says the diaper boy humping his dick into me." And he giggled.

Then our lips met for a passionate kiss, and Sean ground his diapers harder
into my desperately drumming boy pole. The friction mounted, as soft cotton
clutched and pulled the length of my quivering love wand.

I ran my hand under Sean's t-shirt, tracing my fingers around his
well-defined shoulder blades, then around to his rock hard nipples and
back. I kissed his ears, and nuzzled his hair-draped cheeks, while his
rhythmic rubbing pressed faster into my slender, passion-addled prawn.

Panting as his hips pumped faster, Sean breathed harder, and his teeth
clenched with exertion. My pelvis pumped back, pressing our boy meat
together through layers of soft, fluffy padding. I clutched his firm,
diapered bottom with both hands, driving him into me harder.

Grunting, Sean hoarsely whispered, "I'm gonna cum, Robin!"

"Me too, Sean!"

The 11-year-old's furious grinding into my 13-year-old dick took only
seconds more, and my back arched as the explosion built within me. My
quaking little balls churned impotently, and my furious 3-inch boy pistol
barked with dry fire, as pleasure pulsated out, and stars exploded across
my eyes. I choked off a wail of mad pleasure, and sank into darkness.

========================

Sometime later, I was gently shaken awake. "Robin, wake up," whispered
Sean. Bleary eyed, I looked at my clock. It was about 2 AM.

"Que pasa, dude?" I mumbled.

The younger boy stood by my bed. Even in the pale light I could see his
diaper sagging in his plastic pants. Was he wet?

"Uh, this is embarrassing. But, uh, I woke up and had to go, and figured
`why bother getting up if I'm in a diaper.' It seemed like a good idea. I
mean, it felt warm and nice, for a while..."

"But now you're cold and wet, right?" I asked, knowingly.

"Yeah," he nodded, abashed, "Chris is sound asleep and I didn't know what
to do."

"That's why nobody likes to be in those things." I got up and yawned, then
stroked his thick, silky hair. "I'll be right back.

I got up and went to the bathroom for changing supplies. Returning, I put
down a mat and towel. Pulling down Sean's plastic pants, I could see he was
soaked, and when I unpinned his diaper, it splattered on the towel.

"Wow, you ARE wet," I whispered. With a warm wash cloth, I cleaned his
penis, bald pubis and firm little ass, then folded new diapers on the
mat. He lay down, and spread his legs. Warming up some rash cream with both
hands, I slathered it all over his diaper regions, and into his firm young
cleft. To doubly moisturize, I warmed up baby oil with my hands, slicking
it all over his penis, little scrotum, and slender muscular hips.

As my warm, slippery fingers rubbed between his firm globes, Sean's
glistening, 2-inch, circumcised poker grew to a hard, throbbing
3-inches. He sighed as my finger circled his tightly clenched little boy
hole.

"You can, if you want," he whispered up at me with a coy smile. "You can
put your wiener in me."

I was rock hard, and my slender love hammer tented my tight, blue, low-rise
briefs. Sean rubbed a finger along my length, and tickled my cotton-bound
cock head with his fingertips. I shivered, and bent down to kiss him gently
on the lips, then pulled him up to his feet. After pulling Sean's shirt up
and off, I whispered into his ear, "Just a second."  I didn't want my room
to smell like pee, so I dropped off the used towel, matt and wet swaddling
in the bathroom, and returned with a large, fresh towel, which I lay down
on my bed sheet. I wrapped my arms around the younger boy, and kissed him
on the lips, as my tented hardness pressed into his tummy.

Leaning back, Sean helped me off with my t-shirt, then gently stroked my
cotton-clad boy tube. I sighed, and he pulled my snug little briefs down to
my ankles. Stepping out of my undies, I lead the younger boy to my bed. He
lay back with his head my pillows, and I sat on my heels between his slim,
muscular thighs. Leaning forward, I gently tweaked his pert, 11-year-old
nipples, engorging them to diamond hardness. Tracing my fingers down his
slender torso, through his abs, and around his navel, I was soon caressing
his pre-pubescent mound.

Sean lightly moaned as I gently grasped his slickly lubricated stalk with
two finger tips. With my other hand, I cupped his smooth little sack, while
running a finger around his taint, and up his bun valley. Sean shuddered
when my finger reached his tightly clenched hole. Gently circling his
muscle ring, I slowly spiraled down, and gently opened him with my
finger. His little sperm walnut tightened and shuddered as his anus flexed,
and he moaned again.

Working my greasy finger in, I pressed into his hot spot, slowly working
back and forth as Sean shuddered and squirmed. His hips pushed toward me,
and his backdoor flexed open and closed around my digit. After fingering
him for a few minutes, i pushed a second finger delicately in. He sucked in
air quickly, and I waited a moment for him to relax.

"Are you OK?" I whispered. "Am I hurting you?"

"I'm OK, Robin. It hurts a little, but I like it a lot."

Sean's hips started rocking again, pushing his throbbing boyhood into my
hand, and his firm little bum against my intruding fingers. I fingered him
for a couple more minutes, then asked if he was ready for my cock. He
grinned. "Yeah, Robin. Put your wiener in my butt."

After carefully pulling my fingers out, I grabbed the baby oil and slicked
more into Sean's crevice, and all over my throbbing little lancet. After I
gently pushed Sean's knees up to his chest, I asked him to hook his arms
around his thighs to hold them.

Lining up my desperately hungry boy cock against Sean's ring, I pressed a
couple of times, sliding away with all the lube. We both giggled, but I
finally got it right, and my little mushroom was slowly engulfed by tightly
gripping heat. Sean grunted as I popped in, and I waited for him to relax.

When Sean told me he was OK, I pushed forward carefully, and eventually,
fully. Encased in 6th-grader, I spasmed from the heat and pressure, and
shuddered when his bowels clenched. We both gasped, and I leaned down to
gently kiss Sean's full young lips. Our mouths made tender love, while I
relished the hot, passionate boy furnace wrapping me to my quivering balls.

"Do it," he whispered, as I rested on the backs of his slim, muscular
thighs. Slowly, I pulled my hips back, drawing almost out of Sean's tightly
grasping tunnel, then I slid back in again, making him moan. Picking up
speed, as I pumped in and out, my skinny hips spanked his firm, round
globes. We were panting as I fucked the younger boy harder, and he pushed
back against me in time. He was so cute and sinewy, his hunger raged with
mine. We pounded against each other harder, and the hot, moist flesh
pulling against mine drove me toward the cliff.

I wrapped my well-slicked hand around Sean's drumming hardness, and stroked
him with the rhythm of our pulverizing grinding. The slick squelching of
wet boy flesh joined our chorus of hushed, whispered moans.

As I jacked the younger boy faster, I felt his hole clench harder.

"I'm going to come, Robin!" he quietly wheezed up at me.

I couldn't hold back either. Sean gritted his teeth and groaned, his ass
squeezed my boyhood with an iron grasp, which milked white hot fire from my
pre-fertile nuts. Pleasure detonated out, and I strangled a howl before it
could leave my diaphragm. Stars exploded as my penis burst drily inside
Sean's tender bottom, and I fell deep into the well of night.

====================================

My alarm clock went off at 6 a.m., and by the time I punched it off, the
naked young boy wrapped around me was twisting in complaint. While I could
have spent all day with my arms wrapped around Sean, his genitals pressed
against my thigh, I climbed out of bed to get ready to hit the waves.

The stunningly handsome little 11-year-old bellyached about morning, and
pulled a pillow over his head while I got him into a cloth diaper and
plastic pants. I pulled him out of my room and snuck him back into my
brother Chris' bed.

After a quick bowl of cereal, I packed for the morning, grabbed my board
and wetsuit, and rode to Jenson Point as the sun rose. There wasn't a great
wave that day, but a mediocre surf beats none at all. Just before noon,
when the winds rose and the waves turned choppy, I went in. I'd planned to
meet Zach, and I spotted him by the tide pools.

He smiled broadly as I walked up, streaming sea water from my hair and down
my skinny body.

"Hey Sanford. Looking good out there."

"Don't know what you were watching, Lange. There wasn't much breaking."

"I don't care about the waves. I mean you."  He gave me a goofy grin and
raised an eyebrow, and we both cracked up.

He was a little taller than me, with long flowing hair, and somewhat
girlish features. We'd shared very hot afternoons with my best friend,
Jason. Thinking about his soft, slender body stirred my ocean-shriveled
member painfully, as we walked up to the street. I racked my board on my
bike, and peeled off my full winter wetsuit. I smiled catching Zach gazing
at the very snug orange and blue swim briefs I wore underneath. It was a
smaller suit than a Speedo anyway, and I'd grown since I got it in Zurich
two years before. I dried off, pulled on some Birdwell board shorts and a
t-shirt, and applied some sun lotion.

Zach got a football out of his backpack. Knowing I was really lame passing
one, he was really kind to patiently coach me on the beach. Zach's
corduroys were a little big on him. I liked how they slid down his narrow
hips, revealing the blue dashed waistband of his white briefs. We tossed
the ball for an hour, got really hungry and hit Taco Bell.

Over lunch, he told me about Susie McCallister, a school bully who hung out
with a couple other tough girls. A couple of times, they'd held Zach down,
pantsed him, and jerked him off. Maybe I'll tell those stories some other
time. Suffice it to say, Zach was upset, and tears grew in his eyes as we
talked. He liked girls almost as much as boys, and he'd been betrayed and
humiliated. "You gotta stay away from those girls, Robin."

Reaching out, I brushed his long, shiny hair, and smiled into his eyes. I
wanted to restore his usual mellow smile. Like many winter days in San
Diego, it was heating up, and I had an idea.

"Wanna go swimming?"

Looking at me like I was brain damaged he said, "Unlike you, I don't have a
wetsuit."

"No, at my house. We have a pool."

"I don't have a bathing suit."

"You don't need one."

He thought for moment, and smiled. "Oh yeah. Jason said your family's a
bunch of nudists."

I chuckled. It was almost true. We didn't bother with clothes when we
didn't have to, but my mom didn't want bare butts on indoor furniture. His
parents were hippies, and he didn't have the usual American body shame, so
he was happy to bike to my place for a dip.

After stowing our bikes in the garage, we sweatily entered the kitchen and
ran into my parents. They were just coming in from the pool and had towels
wrapped around their lower halves, and nothing on above. Introducing Zach
to mom and dad, I tried to not laugh as my friend tried desperately to not
stare at my mother's boobs. I think my folks were trying to ignore it as
well. They were leaving for a golf outing, and told me they'd be back for
dinner. Before I lead Zach out back, my parents asked him to stay for
dinner. They liked him.

Under the bright sun of a warm, cloudless sky, my 16-year-old sister, Lori
and her boyfriend Jeremy were swimming around and laughing. Lori was
wearing a bikini, and Jeremy had some kind of shorts on. She was taking
their relationship very seriously, and hadn't "done it" yet, so the
clothing-optional nature of our house wasn't so optional just then.

They swam over and I introduced Zach. When Zach wasn't looking, Lori winked
at me and I scowled back. Meanwhile, Chris and Sean were laughing
hysterically, while doing soccer kick-ups completely naked. Zach already
knew Sean, and they traded hellos, then I introduced Chris. They quickly
returned to whatever they were joking about while jugging the ball back and
forth.

Just then, Jeremy and Lori got out of the water. To my disappointment,
Jeremy was wearing striped boxers. He was a pretty good looking guy, and
I'd been curious about his equipment. The clinging material revealed a
shapely teenage ass, but little of plumbing. Lori caught me staring, and
laughed. I gave her the finger, but smiled.

Seeing the older kids half-clothed, Zach quietly said "I'm going to keep my
underwear on, man." I nodded, and stripped to my tightly squeezing nylon
swim briefs. Quickly rinsing off sand and sweat, we jumped in the cool blue
water. Racing and wrestling, slippery and sliding, we squirmed and
slithered and laughed like happy seals. Occasionally, I felt his rigid
erection rub across me, while my hand secretly ran across his. The younger
boys quit kicking their ball, and jumped in the pool. Jeremy and Lori broke
off smooching on a lounge chair, as my mom came out to let us know they
were leaving.

While Zach and I clung to the pool side chatting with her, pretending
nothing was going on, I felt Zach's fingers running up and down the
stretchy fabric tightly gripping my little buns. I slowly stretched my hand
across the watery fabric stretched across Zach's soft, round globes. Pliant
and sweet, his bottom yielded to my gripping and grabbing hands, and he
shuddered. When my mom left, we burst into giggles.

A short time later, Lori and Jeremy went inside. The younger boys got us
into a game of tag. Somehow, that evolved into tagging each other's nuts,
and the backyard was filled with shrieking laughter. Soon, we were doing
chicken fights, with slippery younger boy thighs wrapped around our necks.
My brother's little love gun pressed into the back of my head, and I'm sure
Zach had a hard on riding his wet mane of hair. Frequently, we'd all tumble
over into a chaos of slippery skin, and a jumble of legs and groping hands.

Eventually, we grew tired and quit. Sean and Chris were whispering and
smiling, then got out of the pool. Their throbbing little penises bobbed as
they climbed the ladder and walked to the towels. Soon, Zach and I were all
alone in the cool, blue water.

"Where do you think they're going?" he asked with fake innocence.

"Same direction we are, but a different location." Grinning at him, I bit
my lower lip, then dove under. I swam behind Zach, then between his lithe
thighs, surfacing inches from his face. Zach's briefs were tented straight
ahead, and I gently clasped his cotton-wrapped cock with my whole hand. He
sighed, and his eyes closed, and I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He
kissed me back tenderly, and I felt the palm of his hand cupping my turgid,
nylon-strangled shaft, as it throbbed toward my belly.

I squeezed Zach's hardness, and he moaned, before kissing me more
firmly. Our tongues met and danced, and we began to stroke each other
slowly. Breaking off our kiss, I looked him in his beautiful eyes and
whispered "Let's get out of the pool." He grinned and nodded.

After climbing out first, I saw Zach reposition his boner to press straight
up the center of his underpants. As he climbed out, I admired his willowy
form. Normally, I didn't like how typical American undies hid a boy's
hips. But Zach's white cotton briefs clung to all his contours, and even
the thick center panel revealed a small patch of darkness at the base of
Zach's thrumming sex tube, where his small hair thatch grew.

Grabbing towels, I handed one to Zach and led him by the hand around the
corner, to a pergola hidden from the house by hedges and trees. We dried
off in the cool shade, and Zach draped his towel over his shoulders like a
cape, while I dropped mine to the tiled ground in front of the other boy. I
slid one hand around his long, dripping mane, and kissed him deeply. Then,
while I nibbled on his lips, I felt two fingers running the length of my
little prong, as it pulsated in vain against my tight little swim
briefs. Using my other hand, I twirled fingertips around the cotton-covered
crown of his fleshy scepter.

I dropped to my knees, using the towel as padding, and leaned in to kiss
his palpitating pleasure probe. I gently traced my lips up and down the
soggy cloth wrapper, while running fingertips across the thick back panel
shielding his trim back divide. Zach sighed, and his hands dropped to the
wet blonde tangles dripping down either side of my head. I rested my nose
on his hardness, the side of my face on his groin, and murmured,
"mmmm. This is nice."

"Yeah. I love this," he said quietly.

Running my hands back around Zach's slender hips, I opened the fly of his
briefs, and gently pulled his 4 inches of trembling, veiny boyhood
out. Almost hypnotized by that angry pink cyclops as it bobbed up and down,
I smiled, and kissed it's tip, then slowly licked around and around the
tensing mushroom head. Zach moaned as I gently clutched him by the root,
while tickling his cotton-swaddled scrotum with my other hand.

Licking around and around his knob, I began to taste Zach Juice. His
pre-cum was saltier than Jason's, but still tasty. Licking down his under
length, I felt his pulse beating faster in my fingers. Tongue-tormenting
him like an ice cream cone for minutes, I made him moan my name
loudly. Changing up to gentle kisses, I soon used my lips to "bite" him up
and down his quivering boy meat, while delicately kneading the pubescent
grapes in their cloth pouch.

Pulling my hands away from Zach's tender, tightening sack, and his
desperately thumping baby snake, I gripped his soft slender butt cheeks by
their creamy cloth container. Opening my mouth wide and pulling my lips
around my teeth, I licked his head as I pulled him in by the ass. Squeezing
those delicious buttocks, I sealed my lips around his stalk, and slid my
hot, moist mouth until my nose pressed into Zach's cloth-covered groin.

Sucking with my cheeks and tongue, I drew back and forth, stroking him with
my head and getting him all the way in. Proud I wasn't gagging, I churned
him faster, and felt his buns clenching with every mouth stroke. Soon, his
hips thrust toward me, and his hands clutched my hair by the root. I
stopped using my neck as Zach moaned and fucked my head with pelvic
propulsion. Harder and harder he pounded my mouth, as I sucked and
swallowed saliva and more pre-cum.

At one point, I couldn't swallow fast enough, and drooled as Zach furiously
shoveled himself into me. "Gonna...come!" he grunted in warning, just
before the first warm jet hit the back of my mouth, followed by his dick
head. As he slid back outward, I swallowed frantically, then my mouth
filled again, as he thrust and pulled. He groaned loudly and
incoherently. Much of his thick lava cascaded onto my chest, but I ate even
more. I didn't like Zach's flavor much, but I loved the pleasure I brought
him.

His moaning died, as his love nozzle finished feeding me. I let him soften
in my mouth, and he bent over to encircle his arms around my long
hair. Pulling me up, Zach smiled dreamily at me,

"You give a boss blow job, Robin."

He kissed me gently. His tongue met mine, and he tasted himself in my
mouth. Pulling back, he noticed the globs of thick cum and saliva streaming
down my chest, and cleaned me off with his mouth.

I reached down to put his flaccid penis back into his briefs, while he
kissed along my jaw. I felt Zach's fingers gently tracing the achingly hard
flesh trapped within my small, nylon swim briefs. Stepping back to eye me
from top to bottom, he smiled in approval.

"You are so cute, Robin." Putting thumbs inside the waistband on both hips,
he added, "And this is really hot, but it's gotta go." Quickly pulling my
swimsuit down to my ankles, Zach bent down to kiss along the pink
impressions left from my waist band and leg holes. Avoiding my furiously
drumming penis, and ignoring my whimpering, he kissed around and around my
bare, pre-pubic groin, then stood to kiss me on the lips.

Gently, Zach pressed me to lie back in the cushions of a chaise lounge. His
eyes brightened with a sudden idea.

"Got any tan lotion out here?" he asked.

"There are probably a few bottles on the deck, where my sister was."  As
Zach walked around the corner, I admired his slim round bumper, as his
cheeks squeezed against their damp, white cotton wrapper. Returning a
minute later, I smiled at the small bump pressed against the front of his
briefs, hoping it might rise again.

He was grinning, and tossed his long hair back as he showed me a bottle of
Ban d' Soleil oil. I shrugged. "What's that for?"

"Just close your eyes and you'll find out."

Just before I did, I saw Zach slipping off his underpants. His 2 inch
stinger hung below a little Charlie Chaplain mustache of hair, and his
skinny, low-hanging scrotum held his balls in hairless skin I could admire
the details of each succulent testicle.

There was a slick sloshing, as Zach oiled up his hands, and then I felt his
fingers kneading the bottoms of my feet. I'd never had a foot massage
before, and I sighed as Zach's thumbs dug into my soles.

"Fuck, man, this feels so great!"

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Glad you dig it. It's a Lange Family
skill."

After squeezing all the tension from one foot, Zach went to work on the
other, methodically working from heel to the spaces between my
toes. Lowering my foot, he squirted oil along the length of my legs, and
slowly massaged up the front of one leg, then the other, taking time to
work deeply into my thighs. It was almost painful, and so relaxing, I began
to lose my erection.

Pouring more oil onto my tummy, Zach straddled my hips with knees, and sat
back, gently resting his soft 8th-grade butt on my thighs. As his testicles
rested atop my cock, it quickly engorged to its aching limit. Zach gently
rubbed oil around my torso, then forcefully worked it into my arms. Moving
back, he delicately rubbed around my throbbing little poker, carefully
avoiding it. He took my smooth little sack in one hand, and lightly traced
an oily finger around the constricting skin. I mewled, and my dick pounded
in frustration.

"Hmmmm. I think I missed a spot..." He giggled as I groaned.

"Please, Zach. I can't take much more."

I felt more oil, this time slicking my bouncing prong, and at last, I felt
two finger tips delicately running up and down the angry length. Slowly,
methodically, he slicked every millimeter of my member, taking time to
twirl his fingers around my ultra-sensitive mushroom head. I heard a little
more liquid slopping, and Zach's legs departed. He firmly grasped my little
meat at the base, and then I felt the soft warmth of his fleshy buns
engulfing me.

I moaned as Zach pressed down on me, holding me against his tightly cinched
anus. Letting gravity work, he lowered, and my penis started to cleave
him. As I popped past his tight ring, he groaned in pain.

Opening my eyes, I saw Zach gritting his teeth, and his eyes were clenched
shut. He was straddling the lounge chair, with his feet planted on the
tiles.

"You OK? You sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," he huffed. "Just give me a second."

Looking down, I took in the beauty of Zach's 4 inch boner, once again
lurching skyward. Reaching over for the sun tan oil, I slathered some on my
hands, and slowly, gently slicked his swollen piston, running one palm up,
and then the other. He moaned and resumed his descent onto me.

Zach clutched me in soft, wet heat. I shuddered as his slim, pliant bottom
rested on my crotch. As I gently stroked his painfully hard boy pole, he
gently raised his steamy ass too far, and my 3 inches popped out. We both
sighed in frustration, before Zach's hungry hole enveloped me
again. Resting his full weight on my lap for a moment, he tried something
else, rolling his hips forward, the rocking back down against my groin.

Slowly picking up speed, Zach ground his steaming bowels around my turgid
boyhood, and I moaned with every thrust of his creamy soft bottom. My hips
lunged to meet his ravenous rump in counter time. Desperately, I tried to
hold back the looming detonation, but it was useless. I'd been too hard and
hungry for too long, and Zach knew it, riding me harder.

"Cum for me, baby! Cum for me, Robin!" he whispered.

I stopped stroking Zach, clutching his pounding flesh as it drove back and
forth into my hand. My hips plowed one last time, planting my love sword
deep into Zach's warm love oven. Distantly, I heard Zach loudly moaning,
and I felt warm flood across my hand. Then, dry fire exploded out of my
penis in a gigantic wave of pleasure that churned across my body, and I
choked off a scream, before I fell back into darkness.

Later, I drowsily woke, lying on my side, with Zach spooned around me. Back
in his underpants, he lightly snored into the back of my hair, and a couple
of dry towels blanketed us. I drifted back to sleep, and we napped for a
couple of hours.