Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2019 03:07:58 +0000 From: heqf7u+af719x2z0xlf8@guerrillamail.com Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 19 | G My 8th-grade boyfriend, Jason, and his 11-year-old brother, Chris were spending the weekend at my family's house, while his mom and my parents were at a medical conference in L.A. Jason and I'd just had just had amazing, early afternoon spandex sex in my bedroom, and came downstairs to the kitchen to make sandwiches in our t-shirts and undies. The living room stereo was booming Alice Cooper's "Welcome to my Nightmare," but no one was inside. Looking through the open front windows, I saw Lori teaching Chris and Sean how to do 360s in the driveway with her skateboard. Back in the 70s, simple tricks like this were a lot more difficult, since decks were mostly flat. But urethane wheels were a sea-change from clay wheels. At the time, I didn't have much interest, but that would change in a year, when people emptied their swimming pools because of the drought. As Jason and I gobbled food, we played footsie under the table and giggled about nothing. The front door opened, and we heard Zach shouting. "Sanford! Bisset! Where are you guys?" His voice hit about 3 different octaves, and we suppressed laughter. Our voices hadn't begun to change. "In the kitchen, man," I yelled back. The willowy, cute boy was a little taller than me - which wasn't difficult, since I was a very late bloomer. Just a few months ago, I didn't know this sweet, long-haired boy very well. But by then, he'd become one of my best friends, and I knew him inside and out, if you will. He was sweaty, and had biked from a basketball game, wearing his league uniform. Unlike today's practical, baggy cut, basketball shorts back then were tight fitting, and clung just below your crotch and buns. As I got up to make him a sandwich and get him a Tab, I admired how his slender legs disappeared under those shorts to merge with his round ass. After we'd all eaten and cleaned up, I suggested we all head out to the pool, and the other two boys headed outside, while I went upstairs to grab towels and change into the little European swim briefs I wore under my wetsuit surfing. Usually, for quick dips, we'd just shuck all our clothes and jump in. But we were planning on spending the afternoon hanging out, working on almost full-body tans, blissfully ignorant of UV hazards (something I cringe at, today). And none of us wanted to burn our junk. Jason and Zach had become used to the Sanford Family Clothing Optional lifestyle. It wasn't a hippie thing, or even a thing we'd picked up living in Switzerland - though we'd gone on a few naked hikes in the Alps when it was hot. We'd just adopted my mom's German pragmatism, and clothes could be annoying. So Jason stayed in his Fruit-of-the-Looms, to protect his naughty bits from the sun. Zach shed his clothes to just his jock strap and sun glasses. "Nice," I thought, loving how his soft, white ass was framed with tight elastic. He caught me staring, and smirked. Reminding the guys we needed to rinse off before getting in the pool, I lead them all to the outdoor shower. Once clean, we jumped in and horsed around for a good half-hour, wrestling and dunking. Wet skin slipped and slathered across wet skin, and we'd get in an occasional grope, and were all rock hard about the time my sister Lori came out onto the deck. "Hey dudes! I'm taking Chris and Sean shopping in Mission Valley. We'll be back in a few hours." When she left, our water wrestling got a lot more slithery, and eventually, we were jointly hugging, shoulder-to-shoulder, in a little wet boy triangle of love. Hands groped my lycra-bound buns from either side, and I caressed Jason's cotton-covered buttocks with one hand, while tracing my other hand around Zach's bare bottom. Taking turns, I'd kiss Jason gently on the lips, while Zach stroked my ear with his tongue. "This is really nice," Zach sighed. "Yeah, I want to do this every minute for the rest of my life," Jason said quietly, before I pressed my mouth harder against his. Our tongues met to tap and tango, and I sucked the length of his, before he sucked mine. Squeezing my butt cheek a little harder, Zach broke me away from Jason to suck his beautiful face, behind the curtains of wet hair streaming down to his shoulders. Then, Jason and Zach were moaning into each others mouths, while I kissed the lengths of each of their necks. Taking my hand off Jason's firm, tennis-toned ass, I brushed his long, sopping wet, light-brown locks behind his ear so I could nibble his lobe, and explore his ear hole with my tongue tip. His neck flexed inward and he moaned, and I pulled my hand round from his ass to his cloth-bound package. Jason's drowned Fruit-of-the-Looms strained out from the throbbing torpedo threatening to launch through the the soft center panel. I gently stroked along its soft, soggy length, and Jason shuddered and kissed Zach harder. With my other hand, I rubbed around Zach's soft, yet slender tummy, with wider and wider circles until I reached his adolescent hardness, caged inside his waterlogged supporter. I ran my palm up and down the quivering heat pulsating behind its tight, cotton cage. He moaned, and broke his kiss with Jason to kiss around my cheek, while Jason caressed the other side of my face with his soft, full lips. At the same time, I felt Jason's fingertips tickling my straining nuts at the bottom of my snug swim briefs, while Zach gently clasped the spandex-bound crown of the little boy pole throbbing up my bald pubic mound. He twirled his fingers round and round, agitating me to ever greater hardness. We were all groaning, and wincing with the delicious torment we delicately brought to each other's young penises. Then I suggested we swim over to the pool steps. "I want to eat your ass, Zach," I told him. And he grinned, practically dragging me to the steps. Crawling up with his hands on the deck, and his knees on the top step, the 8th-grader presented his slender, soft ass at the ready. I caressed around the white little mounds, and under the white elastic framing his glorious rump. Kneeling on lower steps, I rubbed from the back of his knees to his slick back, then spread his succulent ivory grapefruit. Just as I started trailing my tongue tip from the top of Zach's crevice down, I felt Jason's hands caressing my lycra-bound bottom in the depths below. First gently tickling with his finger tips from the edge of my scrotum to the small of my back, he feathered circles around my lithe butt cheeks. He loved the slippery feeling of my swim briefs, as they compressed my under developed, 13-year-old body, and he spent time exploring my submerged, firm backside. Meanwhile, with wet, rubbery boy cheeks pressed against either side of my face, I licked up and down Zach's chlorinated canyon, He was sighing and pressing back against my marauding mouth, and when I twirled round his pink little starfish, he moaned, "Yess, Robin." I'd run my arms between his legs, and around his hips, so my hands could caress his slick back. Circling his clenching ring with my tongue tip over many minutes, I slowly opened him up. Pressing further inward, I was relieved Zach tasted only like waterlogged skin. His anus flexed on my tongue tip, and he groaned. Jason stopped caressing my ass, and lowered my tight little swim briefs down my legs. His slim, yet muscular thighs rested on either side of mine, and I could feel his cotton-swaddled pole pressing between my little cheeks. Then, he slowly humped up and down the length of my firm little divide. One of his arms coiled around my waist to hold me firmly, while the fingers of his other hand delicately stroked me from the base of my shaft, all the way to the tip of my quivering pee-hole. My drowned dragon pounded in pleasurable rage, and I moaned into Zach's behind. I slid one hand from Zach's wet back around to the front of his supporter's thick waistband. I slid all of my hand down the triangular boy binder, and cupped his slender, 4 inches. Slowly, I used my palm and fingers to stroke his jock strap, from the fullness of his balls, all the way to the top of his furious glans. Up and back I stroked the rough textile tube, in tempo with Jason's slowly mounting thrusting between my buns. Jason stopped for a moment, and I felt his underpants disappear, then his bare, thick hardness slid between my little ass cheeks. I really wanted him up my boy hole, but we'd found he was too wide for now. So he was happy to ride my crevice, moaning passionately as his fury mounted, and he clasped me harder while masturbating my three-inch rod. It was difficult to focus, as I stroked Zach's cloth-bound boyhood, while licking his tender hole, and feeling the ministrations on my member, but I managed to flex my buns around Jason's staff, making him loudly moan. Jason broke off for a moment, to regain his breath. "Don't want to cum, yet," he heaved, and rubbed my belly while I whimpered in frustration. But I also pulled back from Zach, to rest the side of my face against his full bottom, while my hands stroked the sides of his soft, slender thighs. Jason got up out of water, and let his drenched briefs splatter against the deck. Stepping out of them, fully naked in the streaming San Diego sunlight, he looked like a 13-year-old god. Our weekend tanning sessions had filled in the weird tennis farmer's tan, and now a white triangle of bare skin pointed to the fat, 4-inch erection, bobbing from a firm, smooth, plum-shaped bag, toward the cloudless blue sky. "Whoah. Where'd your pubes go?" Zach asked, admiring my boyfriend's once-again hairless pubescence. "Tell you later," Jason replied, as he slowly sat in front of Zach, spreading his legs wide to either side of the other boy. Zach grinned, and, resting a forearm on the deck, he took firm hold of Jason's palpitating prong. First licking around the sensitive backside of Jason's red, mushroom head, he then licked and kissed the length of his underside. Sucking in each side of Jason's scrotal ridge, Zach spent many minutes tenderizing the other boy's testicles, then licked up and down the shaft. Jason's was breathing heavier and moaning as I returned my attention to Zach's soft, white moon. I tongue-bathed his anus some more, then sealed my mouth around his love canal to fully french his flexing hole. I could hear a muffled groan stifled by slurping, and renewed rubbing Zach's tightly bound, jock-strap cloaked boyhood. As I rubbed my palm harder and faster, I hoped the wide, course weave was bringing a stinging friction to Zach's throbbing love gun. Judging it might be too much, I pulled the front of his waistband down, to cinch his loose, skinny scrotum against the base of his desperately quivering shaft. Leaving Zach's ass, I I licked across the elastic girdle to tease his hairless balls. His little love purse was nothing but skin tightly binding testicles so tightly you could make out each little veiny detail. Slurping them both into my mouth, I gently sucked on them, rolling them around my tongue. At the same time, I splashed some water onto Zach's rosy mushroom cap, and twirled my fingers around and up and down his sensitive little head. As I began to stroke his stalk, I sucked his tender balls harder. His hips began to piston, and I heard more moaning, so I stroked him faster. Just then, I heard Jason wailing, and something like meat rhythmically slapping on the deck, and I knew he was coming hard. Zach was not far behind, as my finger flew and my mouth massaged. Rotating in the water, so my head was facing up into Zach's groin, I pulled his pulsating meat into my mouth. His dick was slender, and I fit 3 inches into my mouth before I sealed my lips around his tumescence. At the same time, I cupped his quivering nuts. Sucking and licking, I bobbed my head up and back, as Zach's hips thrust down toward me. Suddenly, he forced himself all the way in, and I could feel his cock head enter my throat. I suppressed a gag as I bobbed back, then he slid forward until I throated him, again and again and again. I loved his soft little bush pressing into my nose, as his stomach heaved back and forth. Then Zach's moaning turned to groaning, and I felt his little balls lurch against their elastic retraint. I pulled all the way off of him, and stroked his furiously pounding dick as the first thick jet of boy lava squirted into my open mouth. Swallowing his goo quickly, I sealed my lips tightly around his helpless glans, sucking hard, while using my tongue tip to tickle the next 3 bursts of Zach juice out. Swallowing and sucking more gently as his orgasm lessened, I stopped stroking him, letting Zach fuck my finger tips until he was dry. Smacking my lips, I still wasn't a fan of most semen. I loved Jason's. But his was still watery, and somewhat carrot-flavored, while Zach's was more like chlorinated salt. In a swimming pool, it went down OK. As Zach's breathing slowed, I pulled the front of his jock over his deflating boyhood, then gave the whole package a soft squeeze. We all got up to sit on the pool side, our hands propping us up from behind. "That was amazing, you guys." Jason smiled blissfully. "Fuck yeah. Sanford, I love your sex pool!" We chuckled, and he added, "And you really have a talented mouth, man." Then he kissed me gently on the lips. By this time, my spandex swim briefs were bundled around my ankles, while my little penis still throbbed for attention. Jason noticed and said, "We still need to take care of Robin." Zach got up and pulled me to my feet, and I kicked off my tiny bathing suit, as he lead me over to one of the lounge chairs. He pressed me to lie back, then went over to get the bottle of Ban d' Soleil tanning oil we'd used in the past. Winking at Jason, he said, "I know what he needs," then slathered the fragrant oil all over my little throbbing boyhood. Slicking more up his backside, he straddled the lounge chair above my groin. Gripping me firmly by the base, Zach slowly lowered his soft buns around my turgid little pole. As my dickhead pressed upward into his muscle ring, Zach grit his teeth, and used his other hand to spread one of his cheeks. Then he let gravity work, and suddenly dropped. I popped through, and he grunted in pain. Before I could ask, he quickly assured me, "I'm OK, dude. Let me rest here for a second." I was glad, mostly for selfish reasons. His bowels gripped me like a buttery glove. He was hot and tight and my helpless hard on pulsated helplessly within him. Meanwhile, Jason was seated on the next lounge chair, and I noticed both his smile, and his rapidly swelling boner. I could also see that as Zach relaxed around me, his dick was springing to life once again. Resting his full weight on my lap, Zach slowly rocked his hips back and forth, stroking me with his anus. As he picked up speed, suctioning squelching sounds mixed with both our moans. Zach's eyes were shut, and his mouth dropped open as he breathed heavier and heaver, Jason knelt beside us. Slicking up his hands with Ban d' Soleil, he griped Zach's diamond hardness with a thumb and three fingers, gently stroking in time with other boy's rocking. With his other hand, he reached in between my thighs, which I spread further, so Jason could gently cup and massage my tightly contracting love purse. Involuntarily, my own slender hips rose and fell against Zach's soft, massaging bottom. Our thrusting grew faster, and Jason stroked Zach harder. Mad, furious heat grew out of increasingly frenzied fucking. I massaged and tweaked Zach's soft nipples until they were little steel cones. "You feel so good in me Robin!" "Your ass is so hot! It's like a furnace, Zach!" Soon the heat and slurping, slicking, suctioning squelching was too much for Zach, and I felt his anus grip me like a vice as he groaned loudly. And that sent me over the edge. As I felt moisture splatter across my face, chest and tummy, dry fire detonated from behind my balls, out through my penis and into Zach's bottom. I choked back a scream as a wave of pleasure coursed across my body. Stars burst across my tightly clenched eyes, and then I fell into darkness. ============================= "Hey Robin. Wake up dude." Jason was gently shaking me awake. ` Lying on the lounge chair, I was still mostly naked, though someone had covered my junk with my swim suit. That was good, but everywhere else, I was bright red. "I'm burnt to shit." I muttered. "How long have I been asleep?" "We all conked out for an hour." Jason was also lobstered. He was wearing his now-dry briefs. The bright white contrasted sharply with his crimson skin. "Roll over," he said. When I did, I felt his firm hands rubbing cool Coppertone lotion down my back and arms. Rubbing more up my legs, Jason spent extra time massaging it inside my thighs. When his finger tips reached my balls, I shivered. Then Jason sat between my legs with his thighs draped over each of mine. Then fingers gently worked more lotion into my ass. From my slender hips to my firm little buns, Jason's finger worked the lotion in more deeply, massaging my globes with palms and fingers, kneading me with gradually increasing ardor. My dick engorged, pressing achingly into the lounge chair cushions. I glanced over to see Zach smiling with his mirrored sunglasses hiding his staring. At the same time, a swelling tube was growing up the length of his jockstrap pouch, and he began to run a couple of fingers along its length. His other hand reached behind, toward his soft, exposed ass. My hips began to grind the cushion, as Jason's lubricated fingers worked inside my channel, tickling from my tightly compact scrotum, and the way up to the top of my crack and back. Then he began to work a finger round and round my clenched ring, spiraling inward, while slipping another lotion-soaked hand between my legs to cup my balls and steel-hard 3-inches. Zach gripped his cloth-constricted cock, and began stroking in time with my hip thrusts. We grinned at each other, then I grunted as Jason's finger popped past my sphincter, and into my love tunnel. I pressed my throbbing dick into the slick, firm palm of his other hand, which was stroking all of me more firmly Zach walked over and straddled the top of the lounge chair, his jockstrap cinched boner thrumming against my nose. I lift my shoulders so he could scoot down, and I rested my head on his soft, lithe hip. Jason fingered me harder, and he stroked me faster, I licked and sucked up and down Zach's jock-bound adolescence. His jock had felt dry when he sat down. But now, it was soaking with my saliva and his pre-cum, as I sucked and licked his throbbing length, making him moan again and again. Our breathing grew heavier, and Zach's hips were rocking in time with the torture I brought with my tongue and lips. I should have pulled him out and sucked him raw, but I was growing dizzy from being fingered and stroked in the hot, San Diego sun. I humped forward into Jason's stroking hand, and pushed my ass back to meet his fucking finger in a mounting frenzy. Zach cried out, and I felt his cloth-bound pole pump against my lips. I sucked his mesh-strapped helmet, tasting goo seeping through. Zach grunted as a second jet burst out. But I was no longer paying attention, because Zach's finger pushed the detonator button, and I came hard and dry into his other, loving hand. I wailed as stars burst across my eyes, and another explosion of itchy fire raked out of my little meat. Things went dark for a few moments as I continued to moan and cum, and finally dropped my head onto the semen-soaked triangle strangling Zach's deflating boyhood. I didn't pass out this immediately this time, probably because I didn't hold my breath to silence my passion. But the sun and the sex still pulled me into sleep within moments. ============================= "Hey guys, we're back!" Lori called from the back door. Zach and Jason had both been napping, too, and we groggily waved. Looking at the other boys, I could see we were all totally roasted red, and it was getting chilly. Winter in San Diego means warm days and cold nights, and an early off-shore breeze brought fog billowing in earlier than usual. Goose bumps dotted my crimson arm as I got up. "Let's go inside, guys." They yawned, getting to their feet. Zach grimaced. "My jock's pinching my sunburn." He pulled it off, revealing a white supporter negative contrasting with his ruby red skin. Looking down, he frowned and wrapped a towel around his waist. "Yeah, this bathing suit is pinching like crazy," I replied, pulling it off. "Let's go upstairs and get some Solarcane." I lead them into the house. As we passed Lori, she whistled. "You boys never learn." She chuckled, then asked Zach if he was staying around for dinner. First calling his mom, he then smiled and said he'd be glad to. Upstairs in my shared bathroom, we sprayed each other from head to toe, then went to my room. Jason pulled on a new pair of underpants. As I pulled out fresh undies, Zach asked if he could borrow a pair, and I handed him one of my sheer little pale blue German briefs. They fit him snugly, and I loved how they framed his sweet, soft butt. We each pulled on one of the over-sized FA Zurich soccer jerseys my uncle uncle had sent me, then went downstairs, and joined Sean and Chris in the den. The two younger boys were lying on the floor, watching TV in their sweatshirts and underpants. But they also wore my sister's long school socks, which reached just under their elastic leg openings. "Chris, I did the laundry. You have socks," I said. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled. "These are mine. Lori bought me a bunch at the mall. They're nice and warm." "You could wear pants, weirdo." Shaking his head, he turned back to the TV. "I hate pants." ============================================ My sister's boyfriend, Jeremy stopped by for dinner, and we were all laughing and having a great time. Unexpectedly, Chris asked Zach if he were staying over. "Um, I could," he replied looking at me. "But I have to call my parents." I was a little surprised, as my 10-year-old brother was hesitant about any of my friends staying over. Like all the boys in my mom's side of the family, he was a bed-wetter. I'd grown out of it, but he was still struggling, and was ashamed he had to wear diapers at night. I quickly interjected. "If you want to call her, let's use the phone in the den." Once there, I explained the situation, noting that to make Chris feel comfortable, Jason, Sean and I all wore diapers on sleep-overs. That way, no one could laugh at Chris. "So, you want me to wear diapers, tonight?" he asked, staring into my eyes. I nodded, shrugging. Zach's parents were hippies, and I guess that made him more sensitive to others, so he shrugged back, and smiled. "OK. It's not the weirdest thing I've done with you, Sanford. But do I have to, uh, use them?" "Not unless you want to." Zach called his mom to get permission, and told her he was covered on clothes and a toothbrush. After we cleaned up the dishes, I lead all the younger boys upstairs to brush our teeth and go to Chris' room. After laying folded cloth diapers on a towel on the floor, Jason quickly powdered and pinned Chris, while I did the same to his almost 12-year-old brother. Both of them were hard, but there was something special we were hurrying to see on TV, so we left their young erections alone. Jason rolled my brother's thigh-high stockings down a little, before helping him into plastic pants. There was something very sexy about how those stockings rose almost all the way to meet Chris and Sean's swaddled loins. Jason quickly diapered me, then I did him, while Zach pulled off his underpants. He didn't hesitate getting into position, but before I could fasten the cloth, the two younger boys bent down to inspect Zach's little bush, framed in a white triangle of non-sunburnt skin. "Cool!" said Chris, as he ran his finger tips through his soft hair. I brushed his hand away, as Zach's rod began to quiver, and I quickly pinned my friend's diaper in place. Pulling him up, I admired the contrast between his red body and the glowing white diapers. I gently swatted his downy soft behind. "Ouch! That hurts my sunburnt ass." But he held my hand against his bum and smiled. "Maybe I will use these," he whispered into my ear. ==================== The TV movie special ended, and not long after, Sean and Chris were sound asleep on the recliner they shared. Jeremy and Lori picked them up, and carried them upstairs. I heard one door close, then a moment later, another. My sister and her boyfriend were probably getting in a quick fuck before he had to leave. His parents didn't want him spending the night when my folks weren't home. Zach, Jason and I were lying on the floor, with pillows under our heads. "Creature Feature" was coming on, and I felt Zach's hand gently rubbing across my diapered crotch. "So you were a bed-wetter, too, Sanford?" he asked. My dick began to swell from Zach's tickling attention, while I told him, "I stoped just before I turned 10. I also had a problem with pissing my pants until I was 6 or 7." "Must have been tough. I don't remember wearing diapers, so this is kind of fun." My dick throbbed against the cotton cloth, as Zach stroked me more directly. I reached over to find his hardness running up his pubic mound, pulsing against his swaddling. With my other hand, I traced finger tips across Jason't cotton-swaddled crotch, finding him hard as well. Gently clasping both poles by their feathery soft wrappers, I slowly, but firmly stroked them in time with Zach's tenderly rubbing fingers rubbing me. We soon ignored the movie, and the other boys scooted closer to me, so we could trade gentle kisses across each others faces. The contrast of bright red skin against brilliantly white diapers was such a turn-on, that I grew even harder in Zach's grip. We were all heaving and stifling moans. Jason and Zach's hips thrust up against my hands, and I ground against Zach's. Faster and harder we rubbed our diapered dicks. The feathery friction of soft cotton across my raging head pulled me toward the abyss. I felt Jason lurch, and he choked back a groan. I squeezed him hard, and felt him pulsating within his diaper. As he humped against my grip, Zach squirmed and groaned, and he was coming hard as well. Both boys furiously ground against my fists, shuddering, and moaning, and then I erupted as well. Zach had absently stopped jerking my cloth-bound boner, but it didn't matter, as white heat blew out from behind my little balls. I choked back a shriek, and fell into darkness. ============ "Robin. Wake up, man." How many times would I hear this in my life? Jason was gently jostling my shoulder. The TV station test pattern was on, meaning it was after 2 AM. I yawned and got up, shutting off the TV and turning off the lights. Then we headed upstairs. Passing the bathroom, Jason darted in and came back with plastic pants and baby oil, giving me a goofy, guilty smile. Once the door closed, we all shed our jerseys. Zach and Jason pulled on their plastic pants, then lay a couple of towels on their side of my large bed, and we all climbed under the covers. I just wanted to go to sleep, but the other boys had different plans, and were soon kissing and cuddling, then they lay on their backs. "I'm about to pee," Jason whispered. "Me too," said Zach. His hand was buried in Jason's diaper. I rolled onto my side to curl around Zach, and rubbed his straining, urine squeezing belly. Reaching under the waistband of his plastic pants, I rested my hands on the crotch of his soft, dampening diaper. After the cloth was fully moist, I felt Zach swelling into it. I squeezed him and whispered, "That's a good baby boy." He sighed and grew even harder, and I slowly stroked the wet cotton pole. Holding my hand in place with one of his, Zach rolled onto his side, and pressed his bottom into my crotch. By now, I was once again rock hard, and pushed back into his soft, wrapped rear. Jason and he kissed and whispered, then Zach turned to quietly ask me for the baby oil. As I pulled my moist hand out of Zach's plastic pants, Jason got up on all fours. Zach knelt behind him, and I handed him the oil. Zach first pulled down the back of Jason's diaper and plastic pants to unveil firm, athletic buns, then the front his own swaddling below his sack. Slicking his hand with oil, he quickly lubed his throbbing cock, then greased Jason's waiting hole. Lining himself carefully, he pressed slowly, and after a minute or two, I saw his slender, four-inch boyhood slide into Jason's rump. Jason grunted, Zach moaned, and they rested for a moment, breathing deeply. Zach turned toward me with a goofy grin and gestured for me to get behind him. I crawled over, and knelt with my knees outside of his calves, and wrapped my arms around his naked torso. Brushing my finger tips around Zach's hardening nipples, I kissed his neck through his long, flowing hair. Then I pulled the back of his plastic pants and diaper, down below his slender, soft bottom. The white negative lines from his jockstrap waistband and leg elastics glowed in the foggy moonlight. I pulled down the front of my dry diaper below my small scrotum, and oiled my quivering 3 inches, then slowly worked my finger into Zach's tight, clenching rosebud. Using more oil, I finger fucked him for a minute, and he began to thrust slowly into Jason. They were both breathing deeper when I pressed my slender meat against Zach's back door. He stopped grinding into Jason, holding still while I gently pressed through his tightly resistant ring. He gasped as I popped in, and we all took another moment's rest. Eventually, we started rocking. Zach slowly pushed back against my penetrating member, then forward to impale Jason firm bottom. I wrapped my arms around Zach's chest, as he bent over Jason, and his tight hole clenched my thrusting little prong. "You have such a tight little baby bottom," I whispered into Zach's ear, then nibbled on his shouldered. He groaned and shuddered, thrusting harder into Jason, and back against me. My diaper was pulling against my sunburn, and Zach's plastic pants raked back and forth across my smooth little walnut-sized bag. As we pounded harder, I felt sweat trickling between my chest and Zach's slender, young back. Jason's moans slowly built, and I noticed Zach's hand was working furiously inside my boyfriend's diaper. Our collective grinding built, and we were softly moaning again and again, as I plowed Zach's pillowy ass, and he fucked Jason's ravenous rear. Then Jason thrust his butt back, and loudly grunted, while Zach pulled his collar-length hair like a bridle. Slamming forcefully four or five more times into Jason, Zach's rectum suddenly crushed my little boy tool like a vice, and he stifled a groan. The hot ring around my dick pulled my dry orgasm from behind my nuts out my penis. An explosive wave of fiery pleasure washed across me. Then, as a second burst of fire erupted, and stars exploded across my eyes, I fell into the void. ===================================== "Robin! Robin!" Chris was whispering in my ear, and gently shaking me. I murmured something unintelligible. Looking at my watch as I got up, I saw it was 8:30. Too early, after my late night. I followed my little brother into the bathroom, where Sean was also waiting. "Check it out," Chris said quietly excited, and pulled my and onto the front of his dry diaper. I smiled. Another dry night. He was growing out of it. "Good work, man!" I kissed him, then pulled the diapers off both boys so they could shower and eat breakfast. I stumbled back into bed. Pulling back the covers, I found Jason and Zach had cleaned up after I fell asleep, and they were both wearing fresh, dry cloth diapers. Curling up behind Jason, I draped one arm over his chest, and slid the other under his torso. Slowly, delicately, I fluted my fingers around his chest and tummy, and he murmured in his sleep. My little dick was swelling again, pressing against my downy soft diaper. I slid my fingers into Jason's cloth packaging, and down past his now baby-smooth pubic mound. Gently stroking a finger along his flaccid 3 inch flesh, I lost myself in my love for this smart, handsome 8th grader. Many minutes later, I felt him slowly grow against my touch. He throbbed against the palm of my pressing hand, and his diapered butt pressed back against my crotch. "Mmmm...Are you molesting me, Mister?" Jason murmured, slowly turning his head and smiling. "Yes I am little boy. I'm molesting the hell out of your baby boy penis." We giggled, while Zach quietly snored. Gripping his stem firmly with my thumb and two fingers, I slowly stroked his palpitating hardness. At the same time, I pushed my diapered loins against his cotton-clad bottom, trying to press my desperately yearning boyhood through layers of frustrating cloth. He was so warm and soft and hard at the same time, and my thrusting grew slowly faster. He stifled moans as I mounted a more frenzied attack on his throbbing pole, and humped into him harder. I kissed his shoulder and he nibbled on my pleasuring arm, as I stroked his pulsating shaft with mounting frenzy. At the same time, I fucked his diapered bottom with my diapered dick with a furious rage that rocked the whole bed. As we gasped and panted, Jason suddenly arched his back to fuck my hand, and I felt a small jet of hot, watery boy juice spray into his diaper and over my hand. His stomach contracted like a bellows as he moaned, and he squirted a smaller load, as I felt my own eruption build. Just as Jason dribbled a third round, I pounded into his firm, muscular buns one more time and choked an ear-splitting scream within my belly. White-hot pleasure burst drily out from my nuts and into my soft diaper. A wave of deep, loving pleasure coursed across me, and I fell back into sleep, with my hand still folded around Jason's deflating, wet boyhood.