Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2019 20:03:23 +0000
From: hfklzk+9r1p1r67gaujc@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 21 | G <YF>

A few days after we got back to San Diego County from my family's Spring
Break ski trip to Mammoth, Jason's little brother Sean turned 12, and he
called to invite my brother and me to his barbecue party that weekend. I
wasn't sure what to get him for a present, so I talked with Jason during
lunch break at school the next day. After we finished eating, Jason needed
to pee. But rather than use the nearest boy's room, Jason gave me a
mischievous smile, and lead me around to a vacant courtyard, stopping in
front a janitor's utility room. Since these closets were usually locked
(even back in the 70s), I didn't understand, until Jason pulled out a key
and opened the door.

Smirking, my clever boyfriend gave me a wink as he closed the door behind
us, then turned on the dim overhead light. It was cramped but tidy space,
with enough room for two 13-year-old boys to wrap their arms around one
another and tenderly kiss for several minutes.

"I thought you needed to pee," I murmured into his silky, collar-length
brown hair, caressing his slender, muscular back.

"Oh, I do, I really do," he answered in a low and sultry voice.

I slid a hand down to the flesh denting the front of his tight
jeans. Slowly and gently, I trailed my fingers round and round his lump,
feeling it quickly grow. I giggled. "Better hurry, or you won't be able to
piss."

Smiling, Jason lightly pulled my hand away, and turned around to face the
utility sink. Before he could undo his trousers, I snuggled up behind him,
and whispered, "This time, I get to hold you."

I brought both hands around Jason, to unbutton and unzip him. Then I
lowered his trousers to his ankles. He chuckled, "Horny minds think alike."
Tracing my fingertips up the front of his slim, yet sinewy thighs, I curled
my forefingers inside his leg elastics, and slid them to the front of his
bulge. For a moment, I rested my knuckles against Jason's steamy, hairless
sack, while I lightly nibbled on his shirt-shielded shoulder.

"How did you get the key?" I asked, while tickling up the front of his
white bun huggers.

"Stole it while I was was using the Mimeograph for Mrs. Eton," he
whispered, mentioning the librarian.

"A thief, eh? Hmmm. I think you've earned a firm spanking."

His growing boyhood quivered against his underpants, and I lowered them to
rest under his smooth, full sack. With just the sense of touch to guide me,
I slowly tickled up his central, scrotal ridge, until I found his thick,
swelling pole. As I softly wrapped my thumb and a couple of fingers around
his semi-hardness, I slide my other hand under his balls, to gently cup
their warmth.

I was fighting Jason's mounting firmness, pressing his growing erection
downward. I could feel his torso tightening, and then his stream trickled
out, turning slowly into a growing stream. He sighed, as his urine splashed
into the sink, and reached back behind me, to grip my slight little ass and
pull me against his firm behind.

Jason's pee continued to pour, though his hardness never lessened, and
eventually, it returned to a trickle. I milked out the last few drops, and
brought them to my lips. Disappointingly, they tasted like my pee, but less
pungent. But I quoted a beer commercial. "It's the water - and a lot more,"
I whispered, and we both giggled.

"Now, about that spanking," I purred. Stepping to Jason's side, I made him
take a step back, bend over, and place his hands on the pee-stinking
sink. Slowly pulling the back of his snow-white briefs below his muscular
globes, I caressed his flexing bottom and kissed his ear through his
flowing hair. Grinning, I whispered, "I'm going to make you very sorry for
stealing, little boy."

Jason chuckled, but as I clutched his hardness, I could feel his excitement
throb. First caressing his boy bottom, I pulled back my hand and slapped
the center, making him moan. Then, I steadily spanked one cheek, then the
other. Spanking high and low, I didn't try to hurt him, but I built a fire
across his quacking buns, with my open hand raging across his creamy hills.

With every spank, I used my other hand to pump Jason's rock hardness, from
his ever tightening, plumb-sized sack, to just below the ride of his
mushroom shaped head. Over the last few months, he'd grown, and his boyhood
drooled out of adolescent ardor.

Jason's hips began to thrust, and he moaned louder as he ground my fist
with his hungry hammer, and I pounded his naughty, naughty bottom. I was so
fucking hard, I knew I had to fuck his rectum. But first, I had to pull
Jason's sperm out of his clenching young balls.

As he gasped, I knew Jason was sliding into home, and I stroke his
pulsating member harder, while tenderizing his rosy bottom. His hips rammed
harder, and sweat trickled down his bald groin and muscular back. Suddenly,
his hips rocketed toward the sink, and he gagged his own growl. As I felt
the first hard pulse of boy juice jet through his thick, hard dick, I
swatted his bad boy bottom one last time, then rest my hand on his hot,
fleshy orbs.

Three or four times, I jacked into Jason as he pounded into my hand, and
from the other side, I felt him flex and quiver in the palm of my
bun-caressing hand. Jason's aromatic spunk hit the wall, the sink and the
floor. By the time I slowly finished milking him, his retreating dick
drooled a long, thin line to the floor, wrapping across my hand. Gaining
his breath, Jason sighed, and slowly stood, taller than me. I squeezed the
last of his seed from his almost flaccid cock, then licked my hand
clean. He tasted salty and sweet, with a hint of carrots.

He pulled up his undies, while I dropped down to pull his trousers up, and
fasten them. As I did, his palm pressed against the raging hardness tenting
my crotch. I sighed with pent up desire, as his fingers clenched around my
little pants pole.

But just as he began to stroke me through my trousers, the bell rang,
ending lunch period.

"Fuck!" I groaned. Jason shrugged and kissed my cheek.

"Something to keep you awake during English," he whispered.

It was something to keep me beating my meat that night.

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I biked home from surfing crappy waves that Saturday morning. After
showering, I stood naked in front of my bedroom mirror, brushing my long,
damp blond hair. Like all boys that age, I swept my eyes slowly from my
toes to scap, inventorying every square inch. A skinny late bloomer, I
still looked closer to 11 than 13, and my flaccid little 2 inch penis
barely hung over a small, smooth, walnut-shaped scrotum. My testicles were
almost welded to the arching alcove between my legs. My skin stretched
tightly across my hips ad ribs. But I noticed my shoulders, arms and thighs
had thickened noticeably. My swim team mate Mark was right: from practice,
along with ballet and surfing, I was putting on muscle. Still, my butt
cheeks were narrow little bulbs, with side clefts between their base and my
pelvic bone.

Sighing, I pulled on the snug little briefs my mom ordered from a German
catalogue, and thought about my coming trip back to Switzerland in June. My
16-year-old sister, Lori and I would once again stay for a full month at
the children's summer climbing camp in the Valais, near Verbier, where we'd
have to exercise our dormant French.

Pulling on a t-shirt, I skipped downstairs to watch cartoons with my
10-year-old brother, Chris, who was also dressed in underpants and a shirt,
though also wearing the long, thigh-covering stockings my sister bought
him. As usual, Chris was lying on his stomach on the floor, with a pillow
under his chin. Gradually, I noticed the Chris was absently grinding his
hips into the carpet. Along with my mom, my dad was reading the paper on
the couch.  He looked over at Chris, and then made a meaningful cough at
me. Pointing with his chin toward my little brother, he raised an eyebrow,
as if to say, "Want to deal with this?"

At the next commercial break, I said, "Hey Chris, I gotta show you this
totally bitchen new skateboard magazine. Come on."

He grumbled as I pulled him up, and the bottom of his T-shirt quickly fell
over the 2-inches of boyhood tenting his very tiny undies. Upstairs, I
pulled him into my room and closed the door.

"Remember when I first showed you how to jerk off?" I asked, gently leading
him over to my bed.

"Yeah...?" he looked quizzically at me.

"I think I said it's something boys do in private. Everyone knows we do it,
but shouldn't be advertising it."

"OK. So...?"

"You were humping the floor in the den. Nobody but me noticed," I
lied. "But in the future somebody could. So when you want to get that
feeling, just go to your room and close the door."

He blushed. "I wasn't really thinking about it. It just feels so good."

"I know it does! Maybe you should rub it here, then come back downstairs."

He thought for a second, as his small hand drifted down to rub his tightly
tented briefs. "OK. But do you want do it with me?"

I have to admit, my dick began to swell from the minute I closed my bedroom
door, and I was absently stroking my cotton clad boner. "Yeah, I guess I
do," I said, and smiled.

Sitting next to Chris, I slid a hand up and back his snug, school-girl
stockings, realizing they really were kind of sexy. Then my finger tips
crossed the tiny gap between the hose and his undies, then up under his
shirt. I caressed around his skinny chest, and gently tickled his hardening
nipples. My brother leaned over, and pressed his mouth to mine. Ever so
lightly, we caressed our lips together, and slowly slipped our tongues to
meet and twine.

Chris quietly moaned, and I felt his fingers slide up the inside of my
thigh, to the bottom of my straining little undies. He rubbed two fingers
back and forth, tickling my tender balls.

With one of my arms draped around his shoulders, I slid my other hand down
Chris' drum-tight stomach, and across the navy waistband of his sky
blue-striped briefs. His slender little prong pulsated against the thin
cotton wall, as I twirled my finger tips around his cock head.

Chris was now rubbing along my pounding pole, igniting fury inside my
cotton-clad loins. I kissed him harder, and pulled him back onto the bed,
then rolled on top. Instinctively, Chris spread his be-hosed legs, and I
pressed my junk against his. Slowly, we humped into one another. Our briefs
met and parted, as we thrust our meat against each other.

Our sighs became moans, and we panted harder.

"This...feels...so...good...Robin!" Chris grunted loudly, and I shushed
him. Then we thrust harder.

 But I didn't want to come yet, so I pulled away, and Chris whimpered in
frustration. Getting on all fours, I straddle his head with my knees,
resting my elbows beside his hips. Lazily, I pulled the front of his scanty
undies down, to hook under his minuscule sack. Carefully using my lips, I
suckled on his almost empty flesh bag.

Chris got the hint, and pulled down the front of my skimpy white
briefs. With one hand, he delicately clutched my constricting little
balls. With the other, he lightly stroked a thumb and a finger up and down
my shaft.

Unlike me, Chris was born in Zurich, and so he was uncircumcised. I took my
time carefully skinning back his hood to reveal his light purple cap. Then
I tickled his pee-hole with my tongue tip, making him moan and squirm. With
both hands on my skinny buttocks, he pulled me down. I spread my legs wider
to go lower, and I felt his lips encircle my throbbing 3-inches of bald
boyhood.

His little mouth was so wet and warm, I almost cried when sucked me in and
bobbed up and back. I sealed my lips around his slender little passion
stick, and sucked and licked my way to his base and back.

Slurping and grunting, we started thrusting our hips. Resting on one elbow,
I briefly pulled off Chris' throbbing little pole to wet my middle finger
with saliva, then feasted again on 10-year-old boyhood. Gently cupping his
tiny bag, I slid my wet finger between his slim little buns, and rubbed
slowly around his clenching muscle ring. He groaned and reflexively bit.

"Ouch! Teeth!" I hissed, and Chris apologized, then sucked and licked me
more earnestly. I gently worked my digit into his bottom while twirling my
tongue around his pulsating hardness. Soon, my finger was in his hot,
squeezing hole, and I rubbed his tiny prostate, while we squirmed and
shuddered.

Within moments, Chris' anus crushed my finger, and I felt his lips leave my
cock. He stifled a grunt, his hips plowed hard, and I felt his dick pulsate
3 or four times, as he came drily in my salivating mouth. Chris' hips
stopped rocking, and I felt his hand fall away from my nuts, as he slowly
grew flaccid between my lips. Sighing, I realized Chris' had fallen asleep,
and I crawled to sit on the edge of the bed. Just as I griped my slender
stalk to finish myself off, I heard my dad yell up the stairs that Jason
was on the phone.

Gritting my teeth in frustration, I pulled my undies up my rigid member,
pulled my t-shirt down to hide my erection, and trotted downstairs. Jason
wanted me to come over early to help decorate for his little brother Sean's
birthday party.

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I was staying the night, so I biked over with a change of clothes, and a
football (not the American kind). I didn't bother knocking, and Jason was
in the living room, putting up streamers and balloons.

"Hey man!" He grinned and we hugged. Then he leaned in to speak low into my
ear, "Nobody else is home." His dad (`the asshole," who had moved out), had
taken Sean out for a birthday lunch, and his mom was running last minutes
errands. We had at least an hour, and he lead me out to the large balcony
running the length of the living room, on their terraced house.

I loved the wide open view of the Pacific from their hillside location, and
because of the eucalyptus on their side, we had total privacy from adjacent
neighbors as we leaned against the railing, making out. My 8th-grade
boyfriend was a gorgeous boy five or six inches taller than me, and so he'd
have to lean so our lips could gently play. I'd have to drape his silky
brown, collar-length hair away so I could caress his cheek and ears, and
gaze into his liquid green eyes.

Wrapping my lithe, late-blooming torso in his strong, tennis-toned arms,
Jason's fingers massaged my back, and one of his hand slid down to rub the
back rise of my corduroy OP shorts. Like all shorts in the 70s, they fell
just below the curve of my skinny, 13-year-old buns, and soon I felt
fingers tickling my bottom. Already worked up from my cock-blocked morning,
I was throbbing against Jason's thigh, and I could feel him growing against
my waist.

Warm in the streaming noonday sun, we pulled away to quickly strip off each
other's shirts, and I smiled at the always awesome sight of Jason's
slender, muscular body. I traced my fingers from his small, hardening
nipples, down his firm abs to his tight green Adidas shorts. A tubular tent
grew diagonally across the front, and drew my index finger along his
pulsating pole. At the same time, Jason undid my shorts, which fell into a
tangle around my Pumas. Awkwardly, I stepped out my OPs, almost tripping
into Jason. He steadied me with one hand, while running his fingers along
the little hardness tenting my thin little low-rise briefs.

I was hungry for dick, and didn't want to waste any time. With my hands on
either hip, I hooked my thumbs under the waistband, and quickly yanked down
Jason's shorts and briefs. Barefoot, he kicked the rest of his clothes
away, standing naked in the California daylight. His five, thick inches
pounded with his pulse, slapping his bald pubic mound. Just a month ago,
he'd had a small patch of soft pubes above the base. But he hated them, and
had my sister depilate them with sugar wax.

I dropped to my knees and griped Jason by his pulsating base. He hadn't
showered yet, and I could smell his slight musk and a hint of
urine. Kissing his engorged drooling tip, I drew my tongue tip along his
piss slit, then around and around his maddened, mushroom head. He brushed
his hands through my long blond hair, stroking around my ears, and back to
my slender neck.

Pulling his head into my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and
slid 3 inches in, to the back of my wet little mouth. Jason moaned as I ran
my tongue around his throbbing boyhood, then sucking hard, I pulled back to
his ridge, then forth again. I'd rotate my salivating mouth, washing his
length with saliva and pre-cum, scrubbing him softly with cheeks and
tongue. He moaned as I gently clutched his smooth, full, plumb-sized sack,
gently fondling his sperm-swollen nuts.

After a few minutes working his shaft with my lips and tongue, I slid my
mouth all the way to Jason's tip. Puckered around his love nozzle, I sucked
back and forth on just his head, making him groan. Then I sealed my lips
behind his ridge, and dragged my tongue tip up and back his
underside. Sucking harder, I used my thumb and three fingers to stroke him
slowly, then harder.

Jason's knees were buckling, and he was pulling handfuls of my hair while
moaning 
"No...nooo." His struggles were futile, and I was
ruthless, pulling his explosive climax out of his turgid young flesh. I
felt the first jet of his hot boy honey pulsating through my grip, before
it burst into my mouth. Sucking and stroking, I swallowed every bit of his
thin, sweet, salty, carroty gravy.

Jason was bent at the waist, curved around my head, gasping and groaning
until he finally finished. I let him soften in my mouth, using my hand to
squeeze out every last drop of his delicious cum.

Jason stood, and pulled me up for a gentle kiss. "You give the most amazing
BJ, Robin," he whispered, then kissed me tenderly again. From a house
below, anyone with binoculars could have seen a young blond boy wearing
only snug little briefs, tube socks and sneakers, being pressed back
against a balcony railing.

Jason knelt in front of me, slowly caressing up my legs, from the top of my
tube socks, up my slim thighs and around to my slender buns. While gently
drawing circles around my flexing, cotton-cloaked buttocks, Jason leaned in
to kiss along the throbbing little pole straining up the front of my softly
sheer, tight undies.

Running his nose up and down, Jason sighed, "So nice." Then he hugged his
lips along the sides of my dick, dragging his mouth up and back, making me
moan. Flicking his tongue around and around my length, his oral stroking
soon soaked the front of my briefs. He was driving me crazy, and my hips
began to gently thrust, trying to bring greater friction to my desperately
needy little boyhood.

Sensing my desire, Jason brought one hand around to the front of my
underpants, and pulled the front of my waistband down, to stretch under my
smooth little bag. Grasping me with a thumb under my childish scrotum and
his index wrapped around my smooth little base, Jason licked up and back
along the under side of my slender 3 inches. I needed to cum, but Jason
wasn't hurrying, he tortured me like a piece of pink hard candy.

My little cock was quivering, and I shivered as he slowly licked around and
around for minutes. Then I gasped, as he sucked my love purse in. My cock
pulsated against his nose, as he fondled my tiny marbles with tongue, and
gently sucked my tender flesh.

Pulling off my nuts, he fluted fingertips along my stem, and he swirled his
tongue around my frenzied head. My hips rocked, but he ignored my need, and
continued tormenting my tender cap.

"Jason! I need to cum! Please!" I loudly whispered.

"So do I, Robin!"

Looking down, I could see his other hand had retreated from my ass to
stroke his now fully-engorged cock. Getting up, he leaned against me with
knees slightly bent, and pressed his pre-cum-moistened hardness against my
saliva-soaked staff. Wrapping both hands around our hugging meat, he
stroked us hard and fast. I was shaking, and getting dizzy, and my
breathing grew hard.

I reached down to clasp his nuts, and gently massage them as they
constricted with his building blowout.

We were both sweating and panting, and my stomach contracted with my
imminent climax.

"Jase! I'm...about...to cum!"

"Meeee...too!" he heaved.

His hands pounded us in a blur, and his fingers were rough as they passed
over my sensitive little glans. My eyes squeezed closed, and I heard Jason
grunt, as I felt his dick pulse against mine. Moisture splattered my chest
and stomach and our dicks, and then I felt the detonation from behind and
within my balls. I grit my teeth and choked a shriek as dry fire burst out
of my undeveloped tool. Stars burst, heralding my impending collapse into
darkness.

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Gradually opening my eyes, I saw my moist underpants were pulled back up. I
was lying back on a lounge chair, alone on the balcony, and all traces of
jizz were gone, along with my shoes and socks. Slowly getting up, I glanced
at my watch. I'd been out for maybe a half-hour, which meant Dr. Bissett
would be getting home soon. As I quickly dressed, Jason walked back out.

"Oh, you're back!" He walked over and hugged me, then lead me back inside.

"What happened to my shoes?

He chuckled. "I needed your socks to dry us off. All your stuff is down in
my bedroom."

Handing me a Tab cola, he gently squeezed my bottom. "You have such a cute
little ass."

I giggled. "You have such a naughty hand."

Getting to work, we sped about hanging balloons and streamers, just as
Dr. Bissett arrived with groceries and wine for the adults. By the time
Sean got home, the living and dining rooms were festive, with bowls of
chips and snacks ready for the party. Jason, Sean and I quickly took turns
showering, though I wished we'd done it together.