Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2019 19:53:27 +0000
From: gsohy4+b63xu6h8mzlfs@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 2 | <Gay | YF>

I was in heaven as I lay on the rug looking deeply into Jason's sparkling,
green-grey eyes. He was my 8th-grade crush, and for me, the cutest guy in
Junior High, I'd just told him I loved him. I'd never felt anything like
this for anyone else before, and maybe I'd made a mistake and I started to
panic when he said, "Dude, I love you too. I guess I've been in love with
you for a while, and just didn't know if you'd be into messing around."

Was I ever into it! He'd just introduced me to making out, and jerking
off. And I wanted those moments frozen in amber. But I didn't really have
the words, so all I could say was, "Yeah, that was so rad. I want to do
things with you all the time!"

We were both starting to shiver. It was February in that San Diego beach
town, which meant it was all of 55 degrees that afternoon. But Jason's
family didn't turn on the heat until the evening, and I was just in my
briefs, and he was naked, with some spots of semen drying on his chest.

Naked! He was so gorgeous. From that pert nose, lightly dusted with some
freckles, down to his chest and abs defined from years of daily tennis, to
those gorgeous, slender, yet muscular legs, he was a god; a god with a now
soft, three-inch penis, hanging away from a plumb-shaped ball sack. I got
goose bumps while running a finger through the few hairs at the base of his
dick.

Mine hadn't gone down since Jason had given me my first hand job, which
lead to the first orgasm in my 13-years. Jason lightly pinched the tip, as
it strained against my tight, low-rise briefs. I sighed and shivered some
more.

"It's freezing up here. Let's go down to my room."

I smiled, bit my lip and nodded , and we quickly gathered up our
clothes. Jason's house was built on a hillside, so his brother and he had
rooms on the lower level facing an ocean view, with a sort of basement
going into the earth side. I was expecting a typical boys room with
basketball or baseball posters, and piles of laundry everywhere. But there
were lots of black and white photos, and framed posters for art
exhibitions, and the room was as tidy as my parents'. Between two full
bookshelves was a desk with a light-box and some film negatives.

"Whoa. I was expecting something...different."

Sheepishly he said, "I'm not just a dumb jock. I'm really into
photography." After what we'd been doing, he was embarrassed about that?

"I know you're not a `dumb jock,' stupid. You're on the Dean's List." Then
I noticed that while there were a few landscapes and still lives, most of
the shots were of guys at school. Most were playing sports, but some were
shot unawares from a distance. Just then I noticed two over his desk. They
were of me. One was taken while I was climbing up the path from Lorenzo's
point in the early morning, soaking in my full wet suit, my Bertleman Twin
Fin board under one arm. Kinda creepy, but also kinda cool.

I turn and smile at him, saying mischievously, "Spying on me, huh?"

He turned beet red, and just kind of sputtered, "I...uh, I'm so sorry...I."
And tears starting coming out of his eyes. Now it was my turn to let him
know things were OK. I put my hands on both sides of his head, raised up on
my toes and kissed him full on the lips.

"It's a great shot! I love it. I want a copy." Then I kissed him more
urgently, rubbing my hands up and dow his back.  "Let's get under the
covers, " he said, pulling back the sheet and comforter on his queen-sized
bed. We both jumped in, pulling the bedding over us, and snuggled face to
face. I gently pulled his long, light brown hair away from his eyes and
back around his ear.

"I'm sorry. I should have asked," Jason said. "But I took those before we
even met. I like going down to the beach some mornings and shooting guys
surfing. I know it's weird. Anyway, that's where I first noticed you."

I nodded and said, "I just wish you'd introduced yourself."

He closed his eyes and said, "Yeah. I mean, some of my shots are going in
the year book. So it's not like doing sports photography is weird. It's
just that once in a while, I take a shot because someone really turns me
on. And I can't help feeling like someone will know I'm a gay boy."

Today, Jason is an award-winning sports photographer. But this is a
portrait of the artists as a young boy.

"I want to see all your work later. Right now, want to see you kiss me."

And he did. Slowly at first, and then more deeply. Our tongues moved back
and forth, and twined around, while one hand combed through my hair, and
the other stroking down side to my hip. His palm traced around to my
cotton-clad bottom, and he gently squeezed my bun. I couldn't help but purr
into his mouth, and pressed my rock hard penis into his groin, where it met
his swelling dick.

My heart was pounding again, and I took a breath before moaning, "so
fucking good."

My hand lightly stroked his butt cheeks as well, while my other hand was
trapped under chest. I could only try to pull him further into me in time
with the rhythmic squeezes on my bum. Then I felt something new. One of
Jason's fingers slipped between my thighs, caressing and and pressing the
magic space between my balls and hole. It didn't seem possible, but my cock
got even harder as I shuddered against him.

"Lie back," he whispered, and I did.

Slightly spreading my legs, he got on his knees between them. His lecherous
love dagger was again raging at 5 inches, bobbing up toward his belly,
while his nad-bag pulled tightly against him. Lightly grasping my tool
through my briefs, he gently stroked with one hand, while cupping my tiny
grapes with the other. I moaned desperately, my chest heaving as he he
rubbed with both hands. Instinctively, I spread my knees outward. Then, I
felt a finger once again pressing at the channel between my balls and
butt. My back arched, and Jason said, "Mmmm. My baby likes that."

Huffing out, I could barely gasp, "Yeah, our baby loves that."

He leaned in to kiss me around my lips, and across my face, and as my eyes
closed I felt his hands leaving me. I sighed in disappointment for only a
second, as I felt both of his elbows on either side of me as he settled
much of his weight on top of me. I opened my eyes as he stared into
mine. Our steely prongs pressed and throbbed at each other, separated by
only the sheer cotton of my small, tight briefs.

We kissed again, our mouths wide open and our tongues licking each other's
lips. As my hands roamed around his back, rubbing across his ribs and
spine, and lower, Jason slightly raised his hips, then pressed back
again. Raising and lowering. Raising and lowering slowly, and then more
forcefully, our dicks met and rubbed and collided with ever increasing
heat. Like before, we both started to sweat from not only the friction of
two young boy cocks making their own fire, but from a deep and mounting
passion. Harder we ground against one another, and I wrapped my spread legs
around his thighs. We both breathing hard now.

"Jason, don't stop. Go faster!"

I pressed all 3 inches of my tiny, craving shaft upward into his, as he
pressed downward into mine, then our hips would roll back, and then press
and rub toward our stomaches again. I wanted to feel his flesh against
mine, but even trapped in the tight cage of my undies, I desperately wanted
to climax even more. I wouldn't stop for anything.

I rubbed and kneaded his firm, grapefruit-like buns in time with his
thrusts. And as I felt myself building toward that new feeling I'd just
learned, I remembered what Jason liked. Spreading his cheeks, I brought my
finger down his moist, sweaty crack. Sure enough, he gasped.

"No, no...nnnoh!" he moaned, but thrust even harder. And when my finger
found his boy hole, I gently rubbed across and around it. He groaned and
shoved his junk into mine like with a hurricane force. Not grinding anymore
but trying to burrow into me, I felt hot wetness through my briefs and on
my belly. "Robin!" he wailed as he backed up and plowed into me again and
again.

Which is when I lost it. Maybe the sight of my best friend - my lover - so
purely, innocently losing himself - or maybe I just couldn't hold out any
longer any way. But my nuts tightened even further into me, and my little
love pickle jerked and spasmed and tried to spit what it could not,
hammering again and again against Jason's hot dick through my wet briefs.

My eyes squeezed shut and I saw stars for the second time that day,
growling, "Jaaa...Jaaase!"

At last, he slowed his rocking and collapsed onto me, his head next to
mine, his long brown hair draped across my face. Our breathing slowed, and
his sweaty body wasn't heavy against mine. It felt great, and I wrapped my
arms around him. I felt him nuzzle into my ear, and he whispered, "You're
so fucking hot. That was amazing."

"You're fucking hot. I loved that. And I really do love you."

"Oh my God, I love you, too. I'm so happy being here, with you. But this
has to be our secret."

Americans, I thought. So uptight. I mean, Switzerland - where I spent most
of my childhood - wasn't exactly wild. But nobody talked about sex with so
much fear.

"You mean you don't want me spreading it around the school that you fucked
me?" And we both giggled.

"Robin, that wasn't fucking. Boys fucking is something totally different."

"Tooootally," I mocked him.

He chuckled and said, "Maybe we'll try it sometime. But there's some other
things we can do, if you want."

"I want to do EVERYTHING!" I said.

I felt his lips kiss my earlobe, and, then lightly bite it. My spent prick
stirred, as I said, "You better not start anything you can't finish,
mister."

"Yeah. We better get dressed. My little brother will be getting home soon."

Reluctantly, he rolled off of me and stood up. I could stare at that
gorgeous boy all day. He reached into a hamper and pulled out a tee-shirt
to wipe the small smears of liquid off his belly and junk. And as I got up,
he moved to do the same for me when he noticed my briefs soaked with his
come.

"Oh wow. So that's where most of it went," he smiled. "I'll loan you a pair
of mine. They're not as sexy as those skimpy European things. But you won't
look like you wet your pants going home."

I nodded, because it also sounded kind of exciting to wear Jason's
undies. He got on his knees in front of me to pull my sky-blue briefs down
to my feet, and wiped my hairless pubic area clean of his sticky boy
seed. Going to his dresser, he pulled out a couple of pairs of white Fruit
of the Looms, and handed me one. As we both slid clean, white briefs on, he
asked, "Can I keep your's? For a couple of days?"

"You can keep them for good."

"You can keep those, if you want." I looked down at the thick cotton
padding covering much of my pelvis, almost like a diaper. I didn't want to
tell him they weren't really my style. But they were his, so it was sort of
sexy. "Sure," I said.

"So, you told me your big brother taught you how to jerk off, and gave you
some magazines," I said. "But you never mentioned if you did anything with
other boys."

Jason grew quiet, and looked away for a minute, before turning and said,
"you have to swear never to tell anyone, OK. Because it's a total secret
and I told them I'd never tell anyone."

"You don't have to tell me who they are. A promise is a promise. But you
said `them'."

"Yeah, you know both them, by the way. In sixth grade I showed one of them
how to beat off. We'd meet in his tree house a few times, and we'd get
naked and go for it. Then in 7th, it became more frequent. He's not really
into guys, and we sure don't kiss. But about once a week, we still meet up
in that tree house. We pull off our pants and underwear and pound each
other's meat. He pretends I'm some girl. He shoots dry. And he's kinda
self-conscious about that, too. So it's weird."

Hmmm, I thought. About a third of my gym class were baldies. It would be
tough to figure out who his friend was. "Ok, and the other guy?"

"We started messing around this summer. He likes girls and guys, and he
doesn't feel weird about kissing. But he's nothing like you in that
department, you beast." We both laughed.

"Yeah sure."

"No really. You smooch like you were born for it. Anyway, He's about your
height, and when his family's out of the house, we wrestle in our underwear
until we're hard." (So that explained the wrestling seduction, I
thought). "Anyway, he's got a little bush and he shoots a giant load."

"So you guys jerk off together regularly?" Why was I starting to feel
jealous?

"Uh, well, we've done more than that. But I'm not really into him. He can
be a conceited jerk. And now that I have you, why would I bother with him?"

I took a step closer, and looked into his eyes and said, "I'm so glad to
have you, too." He leaned slightly down, and lightly kissed me. I wanted
more. And so did my cocklet, which was tenting out from my new, clean
briefs. I saw a lump leering out of Jason's, too.

He leaned back, and said, "It's 3:30. We have to get dressed, dammit."

So, we did, and went upstairs, where Jason's younger brother, Sean was
watching cartoons. He was an adorable, 10-year old version of Jason, but
with straight, blonde brown hair in a bowl cut.

"When did you get home?" Jason asked.

"Been here for a while," Sean smirked. "Who's this?"

"This is my friend Robin. Robin, this is Sean."

Nice to meet you we both said. As we left through the front door, Sean
called out, "Later, fags."

"Ha ha," Jason mocked back.

As the door closed and I got on my bike, Jason said, "Yeah, also? I
sometimes do things with Sean. He found my magazines, and sort of black
mailed me into doing him."

"Doing what"

"All the things you and I'll be doing!" he said.

Right on, I thought. I'm loving life.