Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2019 04:27:42 +0000
From: hfjhmt+7lc4vk7yys9n4@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 20 | G <YF>

(Author's Note: My grown nephew has been reading through my memoirs and
wonders how kids before the 90s were left alone in houses, and could roam
on their own. As I patiently explained, the 70s were a much different time,
when there were no digital games, no mobile phones, not even any real cable
TV, and we hadn't had the Satanic abduction scares. Kids were free to make
their own entertainment, which was usually risky. It was years before bike
helmets, for starters. Enjoy - K. Gespenst)

When my parents joined Jason's mom for a medical conference in LA, she left
her boys at our place for the weekend. My 8th grade friend Zach also spent
one night, and I learned Zach was almost as much a kinky perv as my
13-year-old boyfriend, Jason. And I kinda dug that a lot, and milking both
boys' cocks desert dry.

The next few weeks passed quickly. I'd get up at dawn, bike to the beach
for an hour of surfing, then bike home to get my 10-year-old brother Chris
up and ready for school. I was a pretty serious student, so most classes
breezed by. After school, I had either ballet practice of swim league,
where I was competing as a diver, and I came home sore in different ways
every day. But my dives were improving, and I was getting stronger and more
muscular. Don't get me wrong, though. I was still a scrawny, late-blooming
13-year old who looked more like 11. But one day in the shower after
practice, my dive team friend Mark, who was really super pretty, checked me
out longer than usual.

"Your shoulders and thighs are looking really good, Robin." He
giggled. "And your butt, too."

I didn't spend much time in front of mirrors, so I was stoked when Mark
pointed to different areas where I'd been growing bigger muscles. But then
Mark surprised me. Out of the blue, he gave me a sad smile and said, "Your
boyfriend doesn't like me very much."

I stammered around with replies. "My, uh, what? What are you talking
about?" And I must have blushed. I didn't really care if anyone knew I was
gay. Sure, in 70s in San Diego, you could be at least socially ostracized,
if not beaten up. But I'd spent most of my life in Zurich, and northern
Europeans just didn't put much emphasis on things like that. However Jason
sure did. He didn't want anyone to know. And now, I realized not just my
family picked up on Jason's coldness toward Mark when they met at the last
swim meet.

Mark stepped over and draped an arm around my shoulder. Then he whispered,
"Some things are obvious, Robin."

"What do you mean," I whispered back.

"Dude, obviously I like boys, too." He smiled, glancing down at the two
boners tenting both our black Speedos. "And it's not like it's a big deal
for you."

I smiled at the very pretty boy. A year younger, he was about as tall as
me. Slender and sinewy, with freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, his
eyes sparkled out from the wet, black hair streaming half-way down his
graceful throat.

"I'm glad you're my friend, Mark."

He smiled back, "I wish I were more. But I get it." Then he quickly kissed
me on the cheek, and jumped back under his shower head. We both cranked the
cold water to lose our raging erections before we pulled off our bathing
suits to finish showering completely.

That night, after I climbed into bed in nothing but my snug little
underpants, I pictured Mark's slender hardness: at 3 inches, as big as
mine. My hands absently stroked the growing bulge pushing against my sheer
little briefs. I loved the soft, slippery feel of thin cotton clinging to
my engorging boyhood.

Mark's hips were slender, like mine. But the 12-year-old had more defined
abs, and a rounder little bottom. I dreamed of pulling his streaming wet
Speedo down, letting his circumcised boy pole spring up against his bare
pubic mound. I knew I could fit him into my slender, hungry ass.

With that in mind, I quickly got out of bed, my quivering, tented briefs
leading me to the bathroom, where I grabbed baby oil and a spare tooth
brush. Back in my room, I pulled off my snug, German undies, then lay face
down, with my hairless sex throbbing into a firm pillow. Lubbing the
toothbrush handle, I gently pressed it against my anus. Remember the advice
of a college student, I pressed my ring outward, as if I were trying to
defecate, and the toothbrush slid into me.

Wishing it were Mark's quivering, 7th-grade meat, I gently pressed up
toward my tightly constricting scrotum, until I hit the magic
button. Moaning, I gently pulled my little toy back, almost out of my love
tunnel. My balls cinched, my anus clenched, and dick pulsated against the
pillow. Wishing the cushiony softness beneath me were Jason's firm,
athletic buttocks, I pressed into the imaginary crevice, then pressed back
Mark's imaginary pole. He was so hard, and he impaled me with gently
increasing fury. His imaginary hands wrapped around me, while he kissed my
neck. I bit into another pillow, which I wished were Jason's spectral
shoulder, as I humped into his slender, muscular globes.

The friction grew on my lithe little bone, as the assault in my rump plowed
faster. With my spare hand, I slapped my skinny little bottom once, twice,
three times. I was a naughty boy fucking one young boy who hated the other
boy pounding into my bottom. Stifling a groan, fire exploded between my toy
and my tool, and I drily pumped my hips furiously into my innocent
pillow. As stars exploded across my darkened eyes, I fell into a deep,
dreamless sleep.

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Just before our break, my middle school had its annual Spring dance. I was
stoked, because I loved dancing. Unlike a lot of other boys, I wasn't shy
about asking a girl to dance, probably because I didn't take it
seriously. I liked boys, so a girl's rejection meant nothing. And my close
friend and occasional lover, Zach, liked girls almost as much as boys, so
he was eager. Jason, however, dreaded it.

Though he was popular, he really didn't enjoy going through the motions
pretending he was hetero. He was deeply closeted, and was sure he had to
put the moves on a girl to prove he wasn't "a fag." It was such a stupid
era.

A couple days before the dance, I understood what this might mean when my
friend, Megan Olson, sought me out at lunch period. She was a very pretty,
dark haired girl, who stood a little taller than me, and competed in the
girl's swim league. She was also growing more slowly than most girls, so we
were a good physical match.

"Hey Robin," she smiled shyly, sitting next to me.

Eating and chatting amiably, we started talking about the dance. Then she
stumbled around until asking me if I would attend with her. I grinned and
said, "sure." She was a really sweet girl, and I was flattered. But later,
I realized that I was probably setting her up for disappointment.

Friday night arrived, and I waited by the gates for my date. I can't
remember what I wore, but I'd spent time picking it out, then brushed my
straight, collar-length blond hair, and my dad reminded me to use
deodorant.

Meg's parents dropped her off, and she practically skipped over. Just
before we entered the auditorium, she boldly took my hand in hers, which
was a first for me. It was weird, but I liked it. Better yet, I liked the
envious glances we got from a lot of the other kids.

We wasted no time getting out on the dance floor, not caring that we were
one of only a handful of couples awkwardly gyrating to the crappy school
band. But after an hour, the floor was crowded. Meg needed to use the
girl's room, so I walked over to Zach, standing on the sidelines.

"Hey man," he said. "That foxy Meg girl is your date, huh?"

I smiled. "Yeah. She's really cool. She asked me out."

He was obviously jealous, and working up the nerve to ask a girl to dance,
so I changed the subject. Then Meg reappeared, and warmly greeted Zach. A
slow dance song started, and Meg pulled me back into the scrum. She pressed
her small, under-developed breasts into my chest, as we rocked slowly round
and round. Then she whispered into my ear, "Wanna go outside?"

Nervously, I agreed, and she lead me by the hand to one of the benches away
from the door and the dance chaperones. Before long, I was kissing a girl
for the first time. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine Jason, but with
softer, strawberry flavored lips, and my dick quivered. Our tongues tapped
tenderly for a while, before we both pulled gently away.

"You're a great kisser, Robin," Meg whispered. "You must get a lot of
practice."

I lied and said I just copied what I saw in movies. Then she got more
bold. "You're one of the cutest boys in school, and you're really nice. I'd
like to kiss you a lot more. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

There were two ways to go, here, and I chose truth. Slowly, I explained
that I'd love to go out with her, but as a friend. Unlike these days,
admitting you were gay in the 70s was a really difficult thing for kids,
and so it took a while. At first, she was shocked, thinking it was a
choice, and asked questions like "How can you be interested in boys when so
many girls have the hots for you?" But eventually, she understood, and then
she was really sad.

"Do you have a special, uh, boy?"

I told her I did, but I couldn't tell her whom, and she didn't press
it. She said she would keep my status secret, but hoped we could hang out,
anyway. Then I got a great idea. I mentioned that Zach liked her, to her
delight, and told her I could fix her up with a date. I got her phone
number, and when we went back into the auditorium, Zach was still sidelined
almost against the wall. Meg went to get us some punch while I talked with
my friend.

"Any luck?" I asked.

"One dance, but that's it, "Zach said glumly. I saw Jason, and he waved,
then went back to chatting up some girl. I was kind of annoyed he hadn't
spent any time that night hanging out with me.

I turned to Zach and told him about Meg, handing him her phone number. His
eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.

In answer to his unasked question, I said, "Dude, she's a good friend, but
I like dick." Seeing Meg walking back toward us, I secretly slipped my hand
back around and under his soft, round bottom, and goosed his cheeks. "Call
her tomorrow, stupid."

Meg and I danced almost continuously to the end, and most of the other kids
mistakenly thought her glowing happiness was all about me. At the end, I
waited with her for her parents, then kissed her Platonically. "Zach's
calling you tomorrow," I whispered, before she left with a huge smile.

And then it was Spring Break.

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I was already packed for our family ski trip, so I got up at dawn to grab
some glassy waves. After surfing for an hour, I biked home, and went out
back to hose off my wetsuit and small lycra swim briefs, and use the
outdoor shower. With a towel draped over my nakedness like a shawl, I
trotted upstairs to get half-dressed. I joined my family for pancakes, but
was interrupted by a phone call from Jason.

"Hey man," he said. "I'm sorry we didn't hang out last night."

Though I knew he'd been play-acting as straight for his reputation, I was
still kind of annoyed. "Sure. OK. You packed for the trip?"

Ignoring my attempt to change the subject, Jason was more insistent. "I was
a very bad boy." And then, in a lower, more seductive tone, he added, "I
don't think I can go skiing with you this week unless I am punished for
being naughty."

I smiled, and cupped my mouth over the phone. "I'll be there in an
hour. And I will teach you a stern lesson, young man!" I had to stifle
laughter. But at the same time, my little dick began to fill.

"Every minute you delay is another minute I go unpunished." He choked a
giggle.

Quickly finishing breakfast, I told my parents I was going to Jason's to
help him pack. In my room, I packed things I'd set aside for just an
occasion, and stripped off my undies. After pulling on my snug, black
Speedo, then my jeans and shoes, I was soon biking to Jason's.

He met me at the door shirtless, and I admired his slender, athletic chest
and abs. Smiling, he told me no one was home until the afternoon, we
hurried downstairs. I went to Jason's shared bathroom, and striped off my
sneakers, jeans and shirt. Reaching into my pack, I pulled out my sister's
engineer boots. They were big on me, but looked mean. Lori used to ride a
motorcycle, so she also had the leather jacket I pulled on. It fell almost
half-way down my thighs, and I had to roll up the cuffs. Then I pulled on
her black leather gloves, which almost fit.

Dropping my stuff on Jason's bedroom door, and closing his door, I turned
to see him smiling in the bright sunlight streaming through his ocean-view
windows.

"You look so sexy," he said, in a low, quiet voice. Pretending I didn't
care, I fought my own smile.

"Flattery won't work, little boy. You need to learn your lesson. Now drop
those trousers."

I noticed that Jason had already tied lengths of rope to each corner of his
queen-sized bed. He stood before me, in only his bright, white
Fruit-of-the-Looms, and tube socks. My 13-year-old boyfriend looked so
innocent and vulnerable. But he craved punishment, through genuine guilt,
and the unbridled lust that was beginning to fill his cotton
pouch. Reaching into my pack, I pulled out two clothes pins. Jason looked
nervously at me, then winced as I gently clamped them onto his nipples.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, I commanded, "Get over my knee for a
spanking, little boy."

As Jason did, I could feel cotton-sheathed diamond hardness sliding across
my thigh. I opened my legs wider, so his pulsating pole couldn't have any
relieving contact with my leg, and re-adjusted, my own straining boyhood in
my Speedo.

I wanted to feel his creamy ass in his cotton wrapper, and so I pulled off
the glove from my spanking hand. I spent a few moments caressing Jason's
muscular globes through his soft boy briefs, teasing him for a few moments
before spanking him firmly on each cheeks. I didn't slap him too hard,
because I wasn't trying to really hurt him. But I was kind of pissed, so I
wasn't massaging him, either.

"You were very, very bad!" I hissed, bringing ten spanks to each of his
buns. "That's for ignoring Zach."

Then I brought ten more onto his cotton-wrapped bottom. "And that's for not
spending any time with me."

Then caressing his rump, I reached underneath, to gently slide a finger
along his length. Dampness started to seep through his straining briefs.

Urging Jason to stand up, I told him to take off his underpants, and when
he did, a stream of pre-cum stretched from his briefs to shiny, wet,
circumcised head. His thick, 4-inch adolescence pounded out from a recently
depilated base, and I couldn't help but admire its smooth, clean
sexiness. Taking pity on Jason's poor, tender nipples, I gently pulled off
each of the clothes pins, making him gasp.

I stacked a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed, and guided Jason
facedown, with his groin resting on the cushions. Using quick release
climber's knots, I secured Jason into a spread-eagle position. Then I
reached between his legs, and pulled his hard young penis back and down the
bottom of the pillows. Jason's full, smooth, plum-sized scrotum was wedged
against his ass, and I traced a finger tip down its central ridge, then
along the underside of his helpless hardness, and along his frenulum to his
drooling pee-hole. He panted and moaned.

Opening Jason's nightstand drawer, I pulled out his sleeping mask, and
blind-folded my now-helpless boy. Then I shed everything but my Speedo, to
get comfortable, before sitting on my heels beside Jason's up-raised rump,
I mustered as stern a voice as my pre-pubescent squeaking could
muster. "Did you dance with girls last night?"

Jason nodded and turned his head. "Yes I did, Robin."

I brushed his collar-length, light brown hair behind his ear so I could see
his face, and he looked somber behind the "blindfold."

"How many girls?" I asked, looking him in the eye.

"Seven," he said.

"Then you'll be spanked 10 times for each girl."

He groaned, partially in dread and partially in anticipation. Using the
flat of one hand, I slapped his ass firmly, but not too hard, counting out
each spank as it landed on either side of his flexing divide. I took my
time. By the time we reached 30, his cock was drooling harder, and his
cries were a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Wetting my thumb with Jason's mouth, I gently pressed it into his tender,
clenching hole, and plunged further, until I reached his love button. Using
the finger tips of that hand to cup and massage his tightly straining sack,
I gently thumb fucked him while I resumed his slow, methodical spanking.

Jason was panting and groaning well before we got to 70 and Jason's ass was
was bright red. Just before I finished slapping his rump, his anus griped
my thumb, and I felt his bag pull, as the first jet of hot boy seed rained
down his pillows and onto his bed. He wailed and cried, and shot copiously,
4 more times.

Slowly pulling my thumb out, I lightly traced my fingers along his back and
legs, and around his tormented bottom. As he heaved and regained his
breath, I could see he was still achingly hard, so I figured we could
continue.

"We're not finished with your punishment, Jason."

I got up to pull a hair brush out of my pack, then knelt beside his
slender, muscular, ass.

I smiled back, then asked him, "Did you kiss any girls?"

Slowly, Jason nodded. "Yes, Robin."

"How many girls diid you kiss?"

"One."

"Then you'll get ten with a hair brush for kissing her." He moaned in dread
and desire.

I slowly caressing his inflamed rump with the handle, teasing him with what
was to come. Then I asked "Did you enjoy kissing her?"

"Kind of. When I pretended she was you."

I pressed the bristles into Jason's tender, helpless nut sack. Rolling it
back and forth, I made him gasp again. "That's for putting your naughty
lips on a girl's mouth." Then I slapped his bottom 5 times on each cheek,
but much lighter than I had with my hand.

My hard little prick throbbed up my tight little Speedo, and I couldn't
help but give it a couple rubs, as I got up to put the hair brush away, and
could see a tear seeping from behind his blindfold. But he was also
smiling. I gently straightened his throbbing pole and tight red sack back
under his pubic mound.

I pulled out my final surprise: an aluminum car antenna I'd found on the
street a few days before. Back in those days, they were two feet long when
fully extended, with a little metal knob at the top.

Standing beside the bed, I lightly caressed Jason's firm, yet tender young
behind with the metal pole. I didn't want to hurt him for real, but I knew
he'd dig the idea of a sound whipping. He moaned, and his cheeks flexed,
but I could see a smile on his face.

"How many times did you see me at the dance, Jase?"

"Um, five times," he said, in a quiet voice. He was feeling genuine guilt,
and I didn't want to prolong that.

"So that was five times you could have come by to hang out? Then you will
get whipped five times for being such a very bad little boy."

I wasn't really going to whip him, though he seemed to cringe in fear, and
his heels pulled involuntarily against their restraints. Holding the
antenna by the base with one hand, I flexed back the top with my other hand
just a few inches. I'd tried this on myself, and knew it smarted, but
wouldn't leave a mark. Releasing the make-shift whip, I lashed his butt 4
times, before kneeling behind him. Jason's widely spread legs revealed his
winking star fish. I flexed back the aluminum whip one last time, and
lashed his crevice and helpless hole. Jason yelped, and panted, and I
gently rubbed his steaming buttocks with my hands.

"Have you learned your lesson, Jason?"

"Oh, yeah, Robin," he sniffled and sighed. "I've learned my lesson."

I released the knots, and pulled off Jason's "blindfold." He smiled up at
me with tear-stained eyes, and I bent down to kiss him tenderly on the
lips.

"But my naughty little hole may need another lesson," he whispered.

I grinned and got baby oil out of my pack. Pouring a generous amount on
Jason's inflamed, red behind, I gently massaged it in, before slowly
working more into his tight muscle ring. When i could work two fingers in,
I pulled down the front of my speed to hook under my little, tight nut
sack. I slicked some oil on my quivering, hairless 3 inches, then pressed
my red mushroom head against his pucker. As I slid past his squeezing lock,
we both moaned.

Jason was so hot and tight around my ravenous little pole. As my skinny
hips rested against his firm young buns, I could feel chilling moisture
from Jason's semen-soaked pillows against my thighs, With just 3 inches of
hard cock. I didn't think my cock could reach his magic place in this
position. But Jason pressed back.

"I love you in me, Robin."

With my head and torso resting on Jason's back, I held him by one
shoulder. Then I slid my other hand down between the pillows and Jason's
oozing, slimy cock. Slowly, I humped into his firm behind, pulling into him
with my grip on his shoulder. Kissing Jason's slender, firm back, I
gradually pounded into him a little faster, then a little faster. As I
furiously ground into Jason's steaming, clenching hole, he humped his
desperately hard, wet dick into my firm grip. I'd like to say we fucked
hard for half an hour, but really, we were both so turned on, we didn't
last more than a couple of minutes.

Loudly crying my name, Jason pumped hard into my fist. His bowels crushed
my little boyhood, and I felt my dry orgasm flare like a hot sun from
behind my tiny, pre-pubescent balls, and out my hairless loins. Choking a
scream, I pushed with my feet to press into Jason ass with all my strength.
As stars exploded in my eyes, I fell into darkness.

A half-hour later, I groggily returned. As I slowly opened my eyes, I found
I was still lying on Jason's back, though he no longer had pillows raising
our combined rumps. Both my arms were around his chest, and his hand were
holding mine. He was breathing slowly, evenly, obviously asleep. Though I
tried not to wake him, when I moved off of his back to lie by his side, he
murmured, "Hi baby," and slowly opened his eyes.

I brushed his long hair away from his face and kissed his cheek, then
snuggled around him.

"You know I wasn't really mad at you," I said, seriously.

"I know. But I really am sorry I didn't spend any time with you."

We talked some more, and kissed some more, and eventually got up to clean
up and get Jason packed for our ski trip.

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None of Chris' friends were free for the week, but my sister Lori's
boyfriend, Jeremy was coming along. He and Jason spent the night at our
place, so we could get an early start before dawn. Piling into the station
wagon, Jeremy, Lori and Chris took the back seat, while Jason and I lay
back between shopping bags and, ski boots and luggage in the cargo space.

It was at least an 8-hour drive into the Sierras. When we got into higher
altitudes, the car heat really didn't warm the cargo space, and so Jason
and I wrapped ourselves in a blanket, and dozed off, as he spooned around
me. Sometime later, I woke to the familiar feeling of Jason's hand inside
my underpants. My trousers undone, so he could access my pulsing little
boyhood. Hugging into me, I could feel his hardness gently humping into my
behind.

With the radio going and everyone up front chatting and joking, nobody knew
that the two 13-year-olds were going at it in the back. With a thumb and
two fingers, Jason's fingers started flying along my tender, desperate
little length. At the same time, he ground harder and harder, as if he
could split me in two. I didn't want him to make an embarrassing mess in
his pants, so I gently pulled his hand away from me, and curled down under
the blanket. Opening his jeans to reveal a white triangle of dampened
Fruit-of-the-Looms, I pulled his waistband down below the head of his
oozing, red mushroom head.

Sealing my lips around his tender cap, I reached into his jeans, and palmed
his cotton-clad tumescence. Sucking and swallowing his slightly salty,
slightly carroty pre-gravy, I stroked his thick, briefs-bound tube slowly,
then faster. As I tickled his pee hole with my tongue, I felt his stomach
strain, as he stifled a moan. Increasing my assault, I rubbed him harder
and faster, until he could take no more. His back arched, and I felt his
first jet hit the back of my mouth. I quickly swallowed his thin juice, and
sucked and rubbed him harder. He shot 3 more times, though his cock pulsed
a few more. Then he settled back and quietly sighed.

I closed up his trousers and climbed back to kiss him tenderly on the
mouth.

"That was so great," he whispered. "You have such a hot little mouth."

"You have such a big, hot dick," I whispered back, grinning. Then I kissed
once more and lay back closing my eyes, intending to go back to sleep. But
Jason curled around me, one leg draped across my thighs. And under the
blanket, his hand once again crept into my sheer little undies. Very
slowly, very quietly, he jerked me back to sleep.

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My parents rented a four bedroom cabin, with three bedrooms upstairs, and
one downstairs for my 16-year-old sister Lori. For appearance's sake,
Lori's boyfriend Jeremy was sharing with Chris. In reality, Chris was
sharing with Jeremy's clothes, while the 11th-grader spent every night with
Lori. My mom didn't care, so long as they were using birth control.

Though Jason was an experienced Nordic skier from winter vacations spent
with his mom's family in Minnesota, he was new to downhill, so he spent
every day in the beginner's program. The rest of us were on the
intermediate and advanced slopes, and everyone got back to the cabin
exhausted, sore and happy.

The cabin was a little drafty, so after showering, most of us pulled on
thick flannel pajamas and wool socks. Jeremy liked sweats.

With no TV, after dinner, we'd turn on some music and play board games or
read for a little while. But we collapsed into bed early. The first couple
of nights, Jason and I were asleep before our heads hit the pillows. When
we could stay awake long enough to cuddle and kiss, our love was tender and
not frenzied.

With our legs and arms wrapped around one another, we'd kiss lightly, then
deeply. Our fingers explored the soft pajama cotton, as our hips slowly
rocked against each other. Eventually, we'd unsnap one another's pajama
bottoms, revealing rock-hard pricks restrained within our little boy
briefs.

Kissing and caressing, we'd lower the front of each other's flannel
trousers just below our underpants' leg openings. I'd often hook a finger
under the elastic, running a knuckle along the small sliver of Jason's
exposed thigh, while tracing my other fingers under his pajama top,
brushing my fingers around his slender abs. At the same time, he liked to
caress his fingertips around my rear, luxuriating in the sheer fabric of my
undies snugly clutching my slender little buns.

With the fingers of his other hand, he'd tickle the little basket holding
my smooth little scrotum, as it clung tenaciously to the skinny arch
between my thighs. I'd shiver, and he'd kiss me more deeply, while cupping
my little love purse to gently massage it.

By then, I'd gently grasp the pole throbbing up the front of Jason's snow
white Fruit-of-the-Looms, and he'd quietly moan into my mouth or ear,
whichever he was tenderizing with his tongue, through the thick curtains of
our long hair. With my other hand, I'd cup his straining ball sack through
the downy soft pouch of his briefs. Gently caressing and stroking, I'd feel
a dampness building at the crown of his cotton tent.

Jason would twirl his finger tips around my little little head, as it
pounded against my tightly restraining little briefs. When I'd quietly
moan, and press my hips forward, he'd clasp a thumb and forefinger on
either side of my thinly wrapped boyhood, and begin stroking me slowly, and
then faster.

As our hips involuntarily thrust forward against each other's loving hands,
we'd stifle grunts, trying as best we could to keep quiet in the small
cabin. The friction of rubbing each other through our undies built fires in
our loins. Eagerly, we kissed and stroked, clasping each other harder,
while clutching and massaging each other's tightening sacks. Eventually,
I'd feel Jason's nuts pull, as his stomach tightened, and he held a groan
within his chest. Rubbing him with the flat of my hand, he'd thrust hard
against me, and I'd feel the front of his briefs fill with hot jets of
Jason Juice. Quietly gasping, he'd settle and catch his breath.

A few moments later, Jason would reach into his undies, to wet his
fingertips with goo, and reach into mine to jack my raging little dick head
with natural lube. Directly touching my sensitive glans, it took no more
than a few strokes before I'd choke a groan inside my belly, and I'd buck
my skinny hips out. As Jason pulled a dry, explosive orgasm from behind my
balls out through my 3-inch boyhood, waves of pleasure burst across me, and
I'd fall deep into a dreamless sleep.

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The magical week went too quickly. I loved waking up with Jason spooned
around me. Then another day under bright blue skies, skiing down soft
powder, before once again falling asleep in Jason's arms. My family loved
Jason and Jeremy as new additions to our clan.

On the last day before we left Mammoth, Jason had his final morning lesson,
then joined the rest of us for lunch. While eating, I suggested we spend
the afternoon together on one of the beginner's runs.

"You sure you won't be bored on the bunny slopes?" he asked.

"Come on man. We'll be hanging out. That's never boring." And he smiled.

I'd been so thirsty, I drained four glasses of water over lunch. Noticing
my dehydration, Dr. Mom made me drink 2 more before we left, and I was so
full I almost had a tummy ache. So we made our way slowly to the lift for a
very long, not very steep run. As we made leisurely turns along the course,
Jason was a little wobbly, but very confident. Feeling my bladder swelling,
I started making more urgent turns. Eventually, I told Jason I had to pee,
and I pointed to a spot in the tree line that looked like it hid a small
hill. You were supposed to use the rest rooms at the top and bottom of the
lifts, but I'd never make it.

When we got near the trees, I had Jason slow to a stop. I didn't want him
falling into a tree well.  Unclipping our bindings, we carried our skis and
poles into the trees, and cowboy clomped up the hidden little hill. At the
top, there was a large boulder, sheltered by a pine tree and mostly
untouched by snow.

Ready to burst, I dropped my gloves and gear, and practically ran around
the back of the rock. As I frantically pulled down the front of my baggy
snow pants, thermal base layer and briefs down below my nuts, I felt Jason
lean against my back. My gushing torrent surged out, and I felt Jason's
hand reach around me.

"Let me hold it for you," he whispered in my ear, and I nodded.

Jason's hand replaced mine, as my firehose continued pouring. He gripped my
flaccid 2 inches gently, with a thumb and index finger, while his other
fingers slid under my little nuts. He felt so warm on me. I sighed, closed
my eyes, and leaned back against Jason, while he took charge. This was a
record piss, and it felt so good I was sighing when I finally drained
out. Jason squeezed the last few drops, the shook me vigorously.

"More than three shakes and I'm playing with you," he whispered and
giggled. But he was right. He was soon shaking a very hard, 3-inch prong,
and he got pee all over his fingers. Pulling his hands back to lick his
fingers, he pronounced my flavor "Magnifique," and we giggled some more.

He put his wet finger around my turgid head. With saliva and left over pee,
he gently twirled around my red mushroom cap, and I groaned, pressing my
ass back into his crotch. I turned toward the boulder, and bent forward to
hold myself up with one hand. The rock was cold, and so I pulled my thermal
undershirt's sleeve out to use as a glove. With my other hand, I reached
back between my slender ass, and Jason's hungry loins. Gently I pressed a
palm into his crotch, and felt his hardness running up his tight,
Nordic-style ski trousers. He sighed as I grasped him firmly, and I felt
his fingers clasp my stalk.

One of Jason's hands kneaded my slender buns. He whispered, "I wish I could
fuck your tight little ass."

Nodding, I agreed. But he'd never fit in my tiny little boy hole. Still,
"You can always hump my butt."

"But I don't have any lube."

Turning, I grinned, and pulled out the small bottle of Sea & Ski my mom
made me use twice a day on the slopes. Taking it, Jason's grinned, and
pulled my snow pants, base layer and briefs down to my thighs. I heard a
slippery, slicking sound, and felt creamy cold lotion worked inside my
flexing bun canyon.

I bent over further, resting my head in my forearms, and my forearms on the
ledge. Then Jason's warm, fat hardness slipped between my buttocks. At the
same time, his lotion-lubricated fingers gently pulled from the tip of my
circumcised head to the hairless base of my thrumming stalk.

The frigid air in the shady grove almost stung my hips. But Jason's urgent
plowing warmed me like a furnace racing up down my squeezing
divide. Thrusting my ass back against Jason in time with his masturbating
hand, we were soon grinding like a perpetual pleasuring machine. Gasping
and grunting, humping and stroking, our furious grinding was driving me
mad. My head was filled with the sweet smell of pine, and the sound of
slapping, squelching, rubbery flesh.

Jason's hips pounded my ass fast and loud, and he pulled the back of jacket
and shirt up to expose the small of my back for his building orgasm. His
hand was a blurring frenzy as he gripped my shaft hard and furiously pumped
me faster. I felt the imminent explosion build, clenching my buns in a last
attempt to pull Jason's cum out of his hot, crease-cleaving cock. But I
soon lost myself as my dry orgasm burst between Jason's fingers, and just
as stars burst across my eyes, I heard from miles away, "What are you boys
doing?" And then I fell into night.

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Groggily, I woke to a hot wetness around my penis, and a drying stickiness
between my buns. It was achingly hard, and a large, wet tongue swirled
around my 3-inch boyhood. As I I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was
lying face up on the rock ledge, my knees bent so my butt rested on my
boots, with my trousers and underclothing bunched around my boots, and my
knees spread wide. An emergency "space blanket" was spread under me, and a
bearded face looked up my torso and smiled around my hard on. Pulling away,
the early-twenties man rubbed the inside of my thighs.

"You really cum hard, little guy." Smiling, he said, "And I want your cute
little dick to cum hard again."

His red Ski Patrol jacket was zipped all the way open, and his hairy legs
were naked to his knees. Jason was on his knees below, and his head was
bobbing into the man's crotch. I could hear ragged slurping sounds from
below, before stranger's mouth engulfed me once again. His big, adult lips
squeezed my tender dick, and his hot, wet tongue swirled masterfully around
my quaking boyhood. Sucking harder, he moved forward and back, faster and
faster. His rough beard tickled my pubic mound when his face hit my
groin. I was breathing harder, and I heard Jason slurping louder. Then, the
Ski Patroller opened his mouth to pull all of me in, and his beard rubbed
tickled my taint. As his man tongue stroked from my pee-hole to my nuts, I
felt another explosion being pulled out of me, into the merciless mouth
vacuum. Then his tongue tip tickled each of my tiny, straining nuts, and I
went over the edge. Pounding my fists into the rock ledge, and holding in
my scream, I pumped upward into the head between my thighs. As I felt his
calloused hands trail down the inside of my thighs, my testicles contracted
into my body, and my impotent fury burst hot and dry, out from my penis,
and pushing me into sleep.

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Jason gently kissed me awake. The Ski Patroller was gone, and my clothes
were back in order, though I was still wrapped in a space blanket.

"Hey," I said, groggily kissing Jason back. He helped me down, and told me
I'd been out for about 20 minutes. As we snapped on our skis, I turned to
him and asked, "You just let some stranger suck my dick?"

He became very serious and told me the Ski Patroller had threatened to
arrest us for public indecency. I smothered a laugh, but I couldn't hold
back a smile.

"Dude, they're rescue people. They're like paramedics, not cops."

He turned bright red. "Oh my God, Robin, I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry."

I leaned over as far as I could to stroke his jaw. "No problemo, amigo. He
was obviously an asshole." Then I added more seriously, "But please, don't
let anyone use me while I'm asleep, OK? Just let me make the choice."

He nodded, looking ashamed.

"Except you, of course. You can always molest me any time you want." I
grinned and chuckled, and he smiled.