Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2019 17:28:12 +0000
From: hedejq+1rm6xp4otl7ag@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 18 | Gay ? Young Friends

In just a matter of months, I'd gone from a naive 13-year-old boy who
didn't even know how masturbate, to sucking a man's cock. Well, he wasn't
really a man, but rather a freshman at U.C. Berkley, just 5 years older
than me. But he was a grownup, and I'd given him an expert knobber, while
my boyfriend's younger, 11-year-old brother fucked my skinny little
bottom. The older boy was a friend of Neil, my boyfriend's big brother, and
they were in a posse traveling for Spring Break to Mexico. Our San Diego
beach suburb was only 40 minutes from the border, so the 9 college kids
spent the night at the family home of my 8th-grade boyfriend, Jason.

Rubbing my naked tummy under his bed covers, Jason gently kissed me
awake. Yawning, I got up up out of his bed, and we both pulled on fresh
briefs. Just then, there was a knock at the door, and the college guy I'd
blown, Peter poked his head in. Smiling to see two slender junior high boys
in their undies, he asked if he could take a quick picture. It turned out
to be a few, mostly of Jason and me kissing. He had to have them
professionally developed, so there was nothing really explicit. Years
later, though, Jason showed me a copy of "American Boy" magazine, where we
were both lip-locked, and our briefs clearly tented.

With a science project to complete that weekend, I called my older sister
to pick me up an hour later, and said my goodbyes to the college
students. They promised to buy me a cheap iguana in Rosarita Beach. It was
the 70s, and easy to do, but I'm glad they didn't.

At a stoplight, Lori turned to me. and asked with a probing tone, "How are
you and Jason doing?"

"Fine," I answered, suspiciously.

Turned out my family noticed Jason's jealousy over my dive teammate, Mark,
at our swim meet the previous day. "And it's not like Mark's hiding the
fact he's in love with you." I could feel myself blushing. I was the last
to know anything. I admitted to her that Jason and I had had our first
fight, but we were over it. Smiling, she nodded. "That's why I told you to
take things slowly, like Jeremy and me." Then she grinned and gave me the
news, "But last night we finally did it!" My 16-year-old sister was no
virgin. But having had her heart broken before, she'd been holding back
with Jeremy, who was totally in love with her. "That's great!" I whooped.

When we got home, Jeremy was out back by the pool, sunning in his boxers
and reading some textbook. I had my own homework to do, and headed upstairs
to my room.

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

Conscious of the rumors about us at school, Jason was avoiding sitting only
with me at lunch period for a while. That wasn't difficult for him, since
he was popular and always surrounded by girls. But it made me really sad,
since I missed our private time. He was not only my lover, but my best
friend, and in the afternoons, he was almost always in private tennis
lessons to improve his improve his competitive standing. So we only really
spent time together on the weekends.

One afternoon Jason was free on a day when I didn't have swim team
practice, and we raced to his house, stripping off our clothes as we kissed
furiously. I loved wrapping my hands around my gorgeous boy. We were both
hard as steel, our little boy poles throbbing against each other through
our briefs. I was only in my undies and socks as I unbuttoned Jason's shirt
to reveal his defined abs. I kissed his pert nipples and they grew hard as
I gently suckled them.

I pulled back his bedding, then threw a towel on his sheet. Then I pulled
off his shirt and caressing his slender, yet muscular torso and pressed him
back on the bed. I lightly traced my index finger down the bone bobbing up
the length of his snug, white Fruit-of-the-Looms, then rolled him onto his
stomach. "You need a massage, Mister." And I got out some baby oil.

Sitting on his firm round bottom, I could feel Jason's heat radiating up
through his underpants, and mine, into my balls and butt, and my rigid 3
inch quivered harder up my thin, low-rise, briefs. My mom still bought most
of my clothes from her homeland of Germany, and when it came to underwear,
I was especially grateful for that.

After lightly slicking my hands, I leaned forward to rub up and down
Jason's young back, warming his firm muscles. Starting with his shoulders,
I kneaded his fleshy chords up and down his back. Digging with finger tips
and thumbs, I loosened his sinews, and he groaned in painful
satisfaction. Then I worked on each arm, down to his hands, especially
working the tension our of his racquet grip.

Crawling down to the foot of the bed, I spent time digging my fingers into
Jason's feet, making him sigh. Working my way up each leg, I rubbed and
squeezing his thighs and calves, making Jason moan. His hips gently raised
and lowered, as he couldn't help but grind into the mattress.

Spreading Jason's slim, powerful thighs, I knelt directly behind his
cotton-wrapped bottom, and pressed my fingers into his firm, athletic
melons. Moaning again, he humped into the mattress harder. I was almost as
aroused, involuntarily humping my little tumescence against the tight
waistband of my snug little undies. Tracing two fingers down the center of
his cotton back panel, feeling along his divide, I tickled his
semen-swollen bag for a minute, and Jason's breathing got heavier.

Slowly, I lowered the rear of Jason's waistband to unveil his adolescent
rump. I lightly glided my fingers in circles for a moment, then gently
slapped his bottom. It wasn't a real spanking, like the kind I'd given him
before. I was warming his unyielding ass to a pinkish glow, making him moan
and hump harder.  But I didn't want him creaming his briefs just yet, so I
pulled him up his knees. Then I play spanked him a while longer, as he
whimpered in frustration.

Oiling a finger, I gently worked my way round and round Jason's tightly
cinched ring. Slowly I worked my way in, one knuckle at a time, as Jason
pressed toward me. Pulling back, then returning into his tightly clamping
love tunnel, I finger fucked my friend for a few minutes, while cupping his
straining, cloth-cloaked sperm bag. When I'd worked in a second finger, I
knew Jason was loose enough, and I pulled down the front of my navy blue
undies to release my slender young penis. Looking down at my late-blooming,
bald pre-pubescence, I slicked up my quivering little shaft.

Jason was resting on his head and shoulders on the mattress, so he could
use both hands to spread his firm cheeks, and open his hungry hole. Gently,
I pressed into him, and gave him the advice the college student gave
me. "Push back like you're taking a shit."

I slid in immediately, and Jason sighed, rising back up on all fours. "Fuck
me, Robin. Fuck me hard," he urged.

I was moaning from the hot bowels wrapped around my tender, quaking
prick. I tried to go slowly, but some madness overcame my hips, pumping
hard against Jason's buns. Wrapping my arms around Jason's middle to hug
him tightly, I didn't want my little love gun to slip out of his hot rear
grip. With one hand, I reached down to the front of Jason's briefs.  They
were damp with his copious pre-cum, and I clenched my fingers around his
thick, pulsating boyhood.

As I plowed into Jason's firm oven, he pounded his cloth-wrapped prong into
my fingers, harder and faster. We were heaving and grunting, sweating and
moaning. Suddenly Jason growled my name loudly, and I felt his briefs fill
with hot ejaculate. At the same time, his anus clenched around me, holding
my poor little cock like a vice, and my tiny, pre-pubic testicles tightened
impossibly. Hot, dry fire blasted out of my penis, and pulses of pleasure
screamed across me, as I dropped into darkness.

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

Maybe an hour later, I slowly woke on my back, with Jason cuddled around
me, gently kissing my ears through my long blond hair.

"Hi, sexy," he said in a low, sensual voice. "Did you have a nice nap?

"Yeah, like always." I turned to kiss him gently on his full lips, and pull
his long brown hair away from his beautiful face. I loved staring into his
liquid, grey-green eyes.

Tracing my fingers down his slender, firm torso, I reached Jason's still
damp underpants, and pulled out the blue-and-gold striped waistband to
inspect the mess. I smiled at the moist crust forming around the small bush
at the base his flaccid, now 3-inch prick.

He sighed. "Damn, more hairs. I wish I were like you." Jason hated his
pubic hair, thinking they were somehow dirty looking. Also, on some level,
I think he was afraid of growing up. I quickly replaced his waistband,
resting my fingers on the front of his Fruit-of-the-Looms.

Remembering something from the weekend, I said to Jason, "You know that
college guy Peter? I think he shaves off all his pubes."

Jason's eyes widened, "He does?"

"Yeah, he was as bald as me, but I could feel some stubble. You could try
it."

He snickered. "I don't even own a razor." But he looked thoughtful, as I
wormed a finger in through his fly to gently rub his dick.

"Lori shaves her legs." I promised to ask her for a razor, so he could try
it out.

Slowly, I felt Jason's penis swell again, pressing past my finger to tent
his briefs. Mine were starting to fill, as well.

Just before he leaned in to kiss me, I had another thought. "Why do they
even put flies in underpants? Everyone just pulls them down to piss?" Most
of my German undies didn't have them, though the pair I wore that afternoon
did.

Shrugging, he giggled, and reached down to snake my fully engorged baby
snake through my little underpants opening. "To do this?" Getting on his
knees, he leaned down to kiss my quivering, mushroom cap. Repositioning so
that I was under Jason, I smiled up at the palpitating white basket between
the slender thighs on either side of my head.

I felt Jason's slow tongue bath around my knob, and I reached up to guide
his longer, fatter adolescence out of his fly. I kind of liked the pressure
my snug little undies brought on my tender nuggets. Hoping to bring the
same to Jason, I slide a caressing hand between his legs, and up his
mounds, to the back of his waistband. Gently but firmly pulling upward, I
made Jason moan from the minor wedgie. At the same time, I wrapped my other
fingers around Jason's bobbing stalk, to bring his knob to my lips. A thick
scent of chlorine and boy musk hit me, and I was hungry for his uniquely
tasting boy juice. I didn't like most semen, but Jason's tasted a little
like carrots.

I licked round and round his angry head, while pulling more firmly on the
back of Jason's underpants. He was doing the same to me, and I felt the
delicious pressure build against my testicles, and in my firm little
bottom. Jason pulled harder, and I grunted in pain. I responded in kind,
then caressed down his cotton-choked crack, and around his exposed flexing
buttocks.

With my lips sealed around Jason's stalk, I bobbed up to fill my mouth with
2 or three inches, then slurped back. Faster and faster I sucked, while
gently massaging his cloth-trapped scrotum.

With two fingers, Jason tickled my tightly wrapped nuts. Using a thumb and
forefinger on his other hand, he stroked me harder, as he licked and sucked
more ferociously. At the same time, I stroked and licked and sucked him in
a frenzy.

Having cum an hour earlier, we should have lasted longer. But we were
driving each other into a heated frenzy of underpants-throttled
friction. Jason pulled off me briefly to grunt and moan, as I felt the
first of three jets hit the back of my mouth. There was far less this time,
and I could swallow without pulling my lips from his squirting nozzle. He
pulsated less and less, and I milked him dry, as he rested his head on my
skinny hip.

I held Jason as he softened, then put his flaccid boyhood back into his
underpants. I felt his lips once again surround me, as he sucked harder and
tickled my head with his tongue tip. While one hand stroked the base of my
shaft, I felt his other hand once again under my firm little ass, clutching
and kneading my cheeks, then pulling my undies harder into my ass. The
painful pleasure on my sensitive little bag was too much, and my dick
flared with another dry orgasm, as I panted into sleep.

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

That night, I talked with Lori about Jason's interest in shaving his
pubes. Back in the 70s, this was pretty unusual. Men were hairy bears, with
mustaches or beards, and long hair, while women grew big, luxuriant
bushes. So my sister was quiet for a second, then shrugged. "Whatever
floats your boat," was the common phrase.

"But I don't shave my legs and pits any more," she said. "Stubble is itchy,
and you have to shave like every other day. I do something I just learned
at the health food store."

Lori told me it was complicated, and I couldn't just explain it to
Jason. Knowing he was staying over at our place that coming weekend, she
promised to show him how to "sugar" hair.

Then Lori took me up to her room to try on some ballet gear. She had a
couple of tights she'd outgrown, and I dropped my pants to pull them on. A
black pair were a little large, but I rolled down the waist, and rolled up
the ankles. Turning me in front of the mirror, she noted how my pale blue
undies glowed through the tight leggings.

"You'll probably want to wear some dark undies."

I giggled and nodded, then pulled off her tights. Thankfully, the school
had a loaner set of slippers for a try-out class.

===================== On Friday, after school, I biked to the dance
academy, changed into my sister's tights and a white t-shirt, and joined 3
boys and 12 girls for an 11-13 beginners' class. I only knew a couple of
the girls from junior high, and none of the boys. By the end of the class,
my hips were sore and I was hooked, and enrolled in ballet for 3 days a
week. It didn't hurt that properly-fitted tights hugged the other boys buns
like they were almost nude.

After biking home, I entered the kitchen, where Jason, Lori and her
boyfriend, Jeremy, were all half-dressed at the breakfast table, doing
homework. Jason's mom, Dr. Bisset, and my parents had gone to L.A. for some
medical conference, and so Jason and his younger brother Sean were staying
with us.

I whooped about ballet, then ran upstairs to put my stuff away and shuck my
pants and shoes. Like the rest of my family, I didn't much care for
clothes, but they kept you warm, and underwear protected the furniture. So
I left on my socks, underpants and t-shirt. Snuggling next to Jason, I
kissed him, pleased he was finally adapting to Sanford Family Casual, and
our bare thighs pressed together. Just as Lori and Jeremy got up fix
dinner, Jason took my hand and pulled it under the waistband of his
underpants, dragging my fingers all around his pubic mound. Where there had
been a small, soft thatch of hair was now a smooth pubis.

My eyes grew wide, and he grinned, whispering, "I'm just like you, now!" I
found out later that earlier in the afternoon, Lori took took him into her
room to remove his pubes. He was painfully shy, but had a Platonic crush on
her, and trusteed her implicitly. Jason told me it only hurt for a moment
when she ripped his hair out by the root with home made sugar wax. He'd
have to do it again in six weeks, and over time, he'd be waxing his balls
and his ass. I was horrified.

"Ass hair??" I loved butts, but I loved them clean. And the idea of rectal
fur creeped me out.  Maybe this wax thing was a good idea.

The back door burst open, and our little brothers, Chris and Sean stumbled
in, laughing hysterically. They were covered in mud from some gardening
project in the back, and Lori ordered them into the laundry room to strip
off their clothes. I followed, since I was now in charge of laundry for
Chris and me, and I remembered then that I hadn't done any that week. After
the 11 and 10 year olds peeled off everything, I threw clothes and sneakers
into the washing machine and started a cycle, while the naked younger boys
headed upstairs to wash.

Taking a very long time for a "quick" shower, the younger boys came back
downstairs in t-shirts, briefs and socks. My brother was wearing some of
Lori's grey school stockings. My sister raised an eyebrow at his piracy,
and Chris cocked a thumb at me.

"I'm out of socks because because someone forgot to do laundry again." He
lifted his t-shirt to show the stockings reaching the bottom of somewhat
baggy, snowy white Fruit-of-the-Looms. "I had to borrow undies from Sean."

Lori sighed and went back to serving our dinner, as I ran upstairs to
collect all the laundry I knew I'd be doing that night.

After dinner, we all stripped off our clothes and jumped in the pool to
splash around for an hour. When Jeremy pulled off his boxers and t-shirt, I
was shocked to see the 16-year-old was bald as a baby on his entire
body. Though I'd never before enjoyed the sight of his 16-year-old cock,
he'd spent time at our pool, and I'd seen dark leg and arm-pit hair
before. As he caught me looking quizzically, he shrugged and smiled. "When
in Rome..."

Turns out that Jeremy thought the whole depilating concept weirdly
intriguing. Maybe he was stoned at the time. Who knows? But after Lori did
Jason, she waxed her boyfriend, then had both boys do her legs and pits.

Eventually, we all went back into the house, and I lead the other young
boys upstairs to change for bed, before we would join Lori and Jeremy in
the den to watch TV and play games. Chris and Sean tended to fall asleep
staying up with the bigger kids, so this was easier than getting ready
later.

Because my 10-year-old brother Chris was still a frequent bed wetter, he
had to wear diapers at night. Ashamed, he trusted few people with this
secret. My sister and I found a way to make him feel nocturnal enuresis was
no big deal. Whenever Jason and Chris stayed over, we all wore
diapers. We'd done this so frequently, he knew Jason and Chris would never
make fun of him. So everyone peed, brushed their teeth, and met in Chris'
bedroom.

I lay down towels on Chris' rug, then folded cloth diapers. Chris and Sean
lay down to take position. Jason and I divided duties. Pouring baby oil
onto Sean's 11-year-old groin, I worked it all around his rapidly swelling
pre-pubescence, and in between his firm, athletic little buns. Like his
brother, he was a competitive tennis player, and he had the firm definition
to prove it. He moaned as I massaged the oil in, and his dick throbbed
against my finger. Using his hips, he pressed into my my hand, smiling
mischievously up at me.

Cradling his hot flesh marbles with one hand, I used the other to gently
stroke his quivering prong with my greasy fingers. Looking over, I saw
Jason's palm cupping my 10-year-old brother's little penis and balls,
gently rubbing up and down his entire sex. Like me, Chris was a late
bloomer, but an early erupting horn-dog. Jason leaned down to kiss Chris on
the lips, and I followed by caressing Seans' mouth with my own.

Tongues intertwined, and the younger boys moaned passionately, and soon the
slick squelching sound of masturbating fingers filled the air like flat
tires slapping along a wet, pot-holed road. As our younger brothers gasped
and squirmed, Jason and I moistly pumped their turgid little poles until
their hips slapped up to meet our hands. We pounded more furiously, as they
grunted and heaved, their small bottoms slamming against the floor.

First Chris, and then Sean shuddered and groaned as we pulled out the dry,
pleasing tingles of pre-pubescent orgasm from their slender little
bodies. With three or four thunderous explosions, the younger boys quivered
into placid pools of joy. I saw that Chris had thundered into sleep, like I
still do, while Sean cooed, and kissed me gently on the lips.

I stroked Sean's shiny brown hair behind his ear and below his jaw, then
pinned the cotton diaper around his slender, yet muscular, 6th-grade
groin. At the same time, Jason had powdered, pinned and pulled Chris into
plastic pants, rolling the top of Lori's stockings down so they weren't
trapped inside the Accident Zone. Nobody else was going to be peeing in
their sleep, so we didn't bother with plastic pants.

While we waited for my brother to slowly wake up from his orgasmic bliss,
Jason and I pulled off our briefs. We were both very aroused from
pleasuring each others' brothers. But we ignored temptation, and quickly
diapered one another, then I gently roused Chris awake. We all padded
downstairs to the den, where Lori and Jeremy were playing Scrabble and
watching "Bronk." Some of us played games and others watched TV, and Jeremy
gets a hero award for pretending he didn't notice us younger boys were
dressed like babies.

At some point, Jeremy had to leave. His parents didn't want him spending
the night if my parents weren't there. Chris and Sean were nodding off, so
Lori lead them upstairs. Saying she was going to go read in her room, she
bade us goodnight, then gave us an exaggerated wink. I know I blushed, and
she giggled while leaving.

"Night Gallery" came on, which wasn't especially scary. Jason lay back with
his legs along the couch, his back propped by pillows on the sofa arms. I
snuggled between his slender, sinewy thighs, and pulled a blanket over
us. Jason wrapped his arms around me, and gently kissed my neck and ears.

Through the thick cotton padding separating his crotch from my little buns,
I could feel a hardness pressing against me. As some vampire story
continued on screen, I felt fingertips tracing circles around my tummy and
inside my thighs. My diapered boyhood grew hard, and pulsed against the
warm, soft cotton.

Gently, rhythmically, I pressed my little 13-year-old ass against Jason's
hardness, and I felt him press into me, pacing in counterpoint. His hands
slid down my waist, inside my diaper, and one gently cradled my undescended
testicles, rolling them softly. At the same time, with his other hand, he
stroked my shaft with a thumb and forefinger, which also dragged my
inflamed mushroom cap across downy cotton. I groaned at the combined
friction, and we ignored the TV altogether, as our rubbing grew faster.

Pushing up with my feet, I planted my bottom on top of Jason's diapered,
8th-grade groin. I pressed my pert little butt down against his ragging
cloth-cloaked boy pole, while he pressed up, humping my swaddled buns. As
our hips pounded faster, Jason's fingers gripped my stalk harder and he
rubbed me more furiously.

The heat and pressure built, and Jason's slipped his tongue into my ear,
making me squeak. He pulled his hand off my constricting little scrotum so
his arm could wrap around my waist, hugging me into him tighter. His
thrusting grew more urgent, and his breath heaved. In maybe another minute
of frantic, diapered agitation, Jason groaned, and his back arched, and
cotton-cloaked boyhood humped into me. Thrusting three or four more times,
he moaned again and again, then gently settle back into the couch.

After his breathing recovered, Jason kissed my cheek and sighed. His arm
left my waist, and that hand soon fondled my tiny balls through my
diaper. At the same time, Jason resumed stroking me harder and harder. The
heat of his fingers combined with the friction of cloth across my tender
dick head, and in moments, I choked back a shriek of agonizing pleasure
forming in my belly. My hips pressed up, as dry, itchy fire detonated out
of my penis, and pleasure washed across me. Two or three calamitous bursts
launched stars across my eyes before I fell back into Jason's chest, and
sleep overwhelmed me.

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

Later, Jason roused me so we could stumble upstairs to bed. The next
morning, I sighed as Chris quietly woke me up. Jason was spooned around me,
and I tried not to wake him, as I peeled his arm from around my
chest. Still, I smiled as I pressed my diapered bum into his lap.

Yawning and stretching, I followed Chris into the bathroom, where I pulled
off his plastic pants, and unpinned his dry diaper. We both smiled with
joy, as his dryer nights were outnumbering the wet ones. As he turned on
the shower, Sean came in, and I quickly unpinned his dry cloth to reveal 3
inches of 11-year-old morning wood.

"See anything you like?" Sean smirked, and I laughed. While I peeled off my
diaper and put stuff away, he pissed, then joined Chris in the water. I
heard some giggling as I shut the door.

I got Jason up and dressed, and soon we were all wolfing down cereal. Jason
and Sean had tennis practice, so Lori took Chris with her while dropping
the boys off. I grabbed my wetsuit and board, and biked down to paddle out
for a couple of hours. It was pretty flat, but a lot of dolphins swam by.

I biked home, and after I showered, Lori piled Chris and me back in the
car, so we could drive to a dance supply store in downtown San Diego. About
an hour later, I had a couple pairs of tights, a couple of dance belts, and
ballet slippers. Dance belts are sort of like padded jock straps, except
they're secured from behind with a thong running up your crack. This
prevents a panty line from showing through your tights, and I couldn't wait
to try them on.

Getting back to our little beach town, Lori stopped to pick up Jason and
Sean, who were pretty ripe from working out. As they took turns in the
shower, I went to my bedroom. Stripping completely, I pulled on the dance
belt, and turned to admire my skinny form in the mirror. I liked being
almost completely naked, with the padded V in the front pulling padded
pressure on my groin. I quickly grew hard. Then I pulled on the dark gray
tights, slippers and a white t-shirt, just before Jason came in wrapped in
a towel.

As I twirled around, Jason whistled and grinned. "You look sexy!"

With mock outrage, I said, "you mean I look graceful!"

"Yeah, that too."

Closing the door, he walked over and slowly drew his hand up my slender
thighs, and around my tightly clothed little buns.

"So smooth," Jason whispered. "It's almost like you're nude, but you feel
so...I don't know. Sort of slippery?"

I could see a tent pressing out from his towel.

Facing me, he slowly caressed my lycra-snuggled bottom, then kissed me on
the lips. I traced a finger along his erection, then unfurled his
towel. Jason's thick, four inch penis bobbed from his newly smooth groin. I
traced my fingers all around his bare sex, and he moaned, pulling me into
him. His pubescence throbbed across my well-secured groin, and he squeezed
my tightly bound ass. We kissed deeply, and I caressed Jason's firm, damp
back.

"I love your butt so much," he whispered, then nibbled on my ear, while
kneading my butt cheeks to the bone. My hips pressed forward, rubbing my
cloth-bound cock into Jason's pulsating hardness.

Pulling away, Jason turned me around to face the bed, and spread my
legs. Then he gently bent me at the waist, so that I was resting my hands
on the mattress, with my ass pointed out. Using both hands, he caressed
from my neck to the curve of my back, then rubbed all around my flexing
buns. It was so sensuous, and we were both breathing harder.

Jason's hands traced all around my thighs, then back up to cleft. With one
hand fondling my bottom, his other hand rubbed up and back, from my crack
to my waist. I moaned as he rubbed harder. Pulling both hands away, he
stepped forward, pressing his damp, drooling boy pole between my
spandex-wrapped buns. Slowly he stroked his aching hardness between along
my love canyon.

"That feels so good, Robin!" he groaned.

One of Jason's arms wrapped around my waist, to hold me tight as he humped
my ass. His other hand reached into the waistband of my tights, to cup my
pulsating little dance-belted boner. Rubbing me with his palm, the friction
built through the binding cloth. I wanted to hump into his hand, but
Jason's restraining arm prevented me, and I whimpered in frustration.

Jason was fucking my little Lycra-wrapped canyon harder and faster, and he
started panting. I could feel more moisture seeping into my rump. Jason
thrust his stroking hand inside my dance cup, to clasp me firmly around my
stalk, and began stroking me with the same fury he brought to my backside.

We were moaning and panting as Jason pounded and rubbed me harder and
harder, until he froze and groaned loudly. I felt hot wetness between my
buns. Then Jason pulled back and slammed again, firing another salvo into
my pillowy divided tights, and groaned again. He pulled back two more times
to ram into my cloth-cloaked buttocks. Shuddering and regaining his breath,
he leaned forward to hug me from behind

"So fucking hot!" he wheezed.

With his chest laying across my back, he reached back into my dance belt
with his fingers, to cup me once again, from my quivering nuts to my
vibrating prong. In my drenched behind, I could feel Jason was still hard,
and he slowly began humping my messy buns again. This time, he held me more
lightly, so I could piston into his hand. While his finger tips tickled my
constricting little scrotum, his palm pressed and rubbed my furious little
meat.

Our hips throttled faster, and we moaned louder.

"Rub me Jason! Rub me harder!"

"I love your little ass so much, Robin!"

I flexed my buns around Jason's love nozzle, as it fiercely ground my
crevice, and he wailed. Then he gasped, and his pounding penis erupted, and
I felt more warm dampness in my bottom. As he grunted through his orgasm,
the friction against my furious little meat reached terminal heat, and I
growled as I thrust with all my might against Jason's loving hand. My dry
orgasm exploded from my loins, out through my body, and across the stars
that burst before my eyes. And then, I fell into darkness.

Maybe a half-hour later, I slowly woke to Jason's hand caressing me under
my t-shirt. Except for socks, I was naked from the waist down.

"Hi, baby," he said quietly, smiling and kissing my cheek. He was lying
next to me, now in fresh, white briefs and a t-shirt.

"I seem to have lost some of my clothes," I said with fake innocence.

Jason chuckled. "Yeah, I kind of made a mess out of your ballet stuff. So
rinsed everything out, and it's drying in your closet."

"I hope you didn't rip them," I suddenly realized the risk we'd been
taking.

"Nope. But maybe we shouldn't do that again."

I agreed. Getting up to pull on my undies, I pulled Jason up, and we went
downstairs to make lunch.