Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2019 17:18:51 +0000
From: hfx28y+93xaeecdk8ye8@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 22 | G <YF>

My 8th grade boyfriend, Jason and I helped his mom, Dr.Bissett set up their
house for the youngest son, Sean's 12th birthday. Jason and I it the gas
grill on the top level balcony of their hillside house. At almost 14, we'd
had experience grilling basics, so chicken, burgers and dogs were no
mystery. Nonetheless, when my family showed up early to help, my dad took
over as chef. Soon, at least 15 other boys and girls from Sean's 6th-grade
class and his church arrived with at least one parent each. The adults
shared glasses of wine on the balcony, watching the son set into the
Pacific, and chatting about grown-up things. Dr. Bissett didn't mind when
my 16-year-old sister joined them with her own glass.

Meanwhile, we kids were running around inside, playing games and laughing
hysterically. One boy, looking a little smaller than the others, kept shyly
staring at me, looking away when I caught him. Very cute, he had a typical
70s, longish bowl-cut, with bangs ending just above his eyebrows.

We pigged out buffet style, and eventually Sean blew out 12-candles on a
cake. Then we gathered around the table for presents, and there weren't
enough seats for all the kids. I noticed the cute kid standing next to me,
and I got up to offer him my chair.

"No, that's OK. I can sit in your lap." He smiled and quickly straddled one
of my thighs, pressing his round little bottom back against my hip. Just
then, I saw my sister standing at the back on the other side of the
table. Looking at my situation, she rolled her eyes, suppressing a
smile. Thankfully, she quickly pushed some other kids to sit on other laps,
or it might have been awkward.

As Sean opened his gifts, the little kid turned his head. "My name's
Philip," he said. "What's your's?"

"Robin," I replied.

"Which elementary school do you go to?"

I blushed. "I'm almost 14. I go to junior high."

He smiled and said most people didn't think he was really 12. Turning back
to watch Sean, Phillip leaned back against my chest. I felt one of his
hands rest on my other thigh for balance. Slowly, however, his hand moved
up toward my crotch, and my dick awoke. When Sean finished opening his
gifts, people started getting up from the table, while Phillip
lingered. Just before he finally stood up, his fingers grabbed my junk, and
he giggled.

People gradually made their goodbyes, and my family left. Owing to his
continuing risk of bedwetting, my brother Chris wouldn't be staying the
night with four of Sean's other friends, who would. Jason and I helped
Dr. Bissett clean up, while Sean and the other kids played games and
watched TV. Sometime around 9, Dr. Bissett told us to take it downstairs,
and not to stay up too late, then walked down the hall to her top-floor
bedroom.

The younger kids brushed their teeth and peed, followed by Jason and me. We
heard muffled cackling from behind Sean's bedroom door, as we went into
Jason's room. Closing the door, we kissed, then pulled off each other's
shirts.

"Finally alone," Jason whispered into my ear, as he unbuckled my belt,
undid my trousers, which fell to my ankles. My dick grew in anticipation
and I unpeeled his trousers. Standing in our underpants, we wrapped arms
around each other's waists, and gazed into each others' eyes, radiating
love and building passion. I felt his Jason's bulge growing against my
hip. Just as we leaned in for another kiss, the door opened, and we pulled
away. It was Phillip, staring and smiling, shirtless and barefoot.

"What do you want?" Jason demanded.

"You guys! We have to give Sean his birthday spanking! Come on!"

Before either of us could protest, Phillip ran in, grabbed my hand and
dragged me into the hall. Jason followed, and as we entered Sean's room, we
saw Jason's little brother was stripped bare, and lying face down on his
queen-sized bed. Sean's three other friends were all in their undies,
sitting on his back and legs, laughing hysterically at his half-hearted
complaints.

One of Sean's friends, Harley, who was as tall as Jason, quickly gave
directions. Not slim, but not fat, he looked like a future rugby player,
and I really wanted to know what he was hiding in his baggy
boxers. Spreading Sean's arms and legs wide apart, four of us would take
turns sitting on his arms and legs, while we'd each get to give him 12
swats - 6 on each butt cheek. Hearing he'd be getting 72 spanks - far more
than the expected 12 - Sean really started to wrestle against his
impossibly heavy restraints. Just to set the right level of playful
spanking, Harley started the "punishment."  Slapping each muscular, little
globe in turn, his spanks were more for sound than pain.

Next, Ken, a 6th grader with curly blond hair falling over his ears got on
his knees beside Sean's pinkish bottom. Taking his time, he really seemed
to enjoy delivering each spank to to those 12-year-old buns, and a pole
began to stretch out his white Towncroft briefs. He seemed disappointed
when he and Harley had to trade with Phillip and another boy. As Phillip
got up, he dropped his jeans, revealing a prow stretching forward from his
Jockeys. A couple of boys giggled and pointed at his hardness, but were
also adjusting themselves in their underpants.

Eric, an attractive olive-skinned 6th-grader with long brunette hair
falling past his shoulder blades, slowly and methodically counted each of
his spanks onto Sean's rosy red bottom. At the same time, Phillip kneeled
on the other side, and reached between the birthday boy's legs. When his
hands reached their destination, Phillips forearm slightly flexed, and I
could tell he was squeezing, as Sean squealed in pleasure.

"He's got a boner!" Phillip announced, and everyone laughed and
cheered. Until it was his turn, Phillip kept squeezing, and I saw his wrist
moving a little. Then Phillip took a very long time to spank Sean's rosy
red rump, while Eric reached under to squeeze Sean, and make him moan.

By the time the younger boys finished spanking him, Sean gasped with every
slap, and his ass must have stung for real. But with someone clutching his
dick while he was spanked, Sean was a trooper, even beginning to hump into
the tormenting hands.

When Eric got up, I noticed that while his snowy white briefs looked brand
new, they were at least one size too small, revealing the distinct terrain
of his 4-inch hardness, as it throbbed upward against his merciless
restraint. I found out later that he liked the feeling of very tight
underwear, and frequently borrowed his little brother's.

Finally, Jason and I took position, making no attempt to hide the poles
stretching out our briefs. I saw the other boys continue to surreptitiously
squeezing the tenting center panels of their white underpants. First
feathering my fingertips across Sean's heat-radiating bottom, I made him
sigh. Then I surprised him with a couple of hard spanks, and he
squealed. Jason's hand was snaked under his brother's crotch, and I saw it
slowly moving. I wasted no time delivery a flurry of much lighter spanks,
and Sean hips resumed their thrusting.

Jason and I switched, and I slid my hand between the mattress and Sean's
hairless crotch. His smooth, full bag was larger than mine, and his dick
seemed bigger and thicker, too, as I gently clutched his stem. With each of
Jason's mild spanks, Sean pumped hard into my hand. When Jason got to the
final two swats, he slapped Sean hard, and I heard him cry out, though his
hardness never lessened.

"Now that he's had his birthday spanking, it's time for Sean's final
present," Harley announced, and the other boy's chuckled. As the other
boy's stood up, Sean sighed, and pulled his hands together to rest under
his chin. Jason whispered to me, "this is their regular tradition."

Taking turns, two boys at a time bent to give twelve kisses all around
either side of Sean's little well-spanked ass. Then we gently rolled him
over, revealing his extremely hard, pulse-pounding 3.5 inch bone, pulling
out from his gorgeous, smooth little sack. Following the other boys lead, I
knelt beside the birthday boy and began kissing up and down his slender,
athletic little thigh, while the five other kiss all around his arms and
pits, torso and other leg.

Soon, our kissing turned to licking and sucking and gentle nibbling, and
Sean began to squirm and moan. Everyone was careful to avoid satisfying his
desperately needy little boner. Harley knelt beside Sean's shoulders, and
bent down to kiss him on the lips. As they grew more passionate, I saw
Sean's hand slip up the wide leg hole of Harley's boxers, and slowly,
rhythmically pull up against the striped fabric.

Eric smiled over at me, and I admired his almond eyes, before he knelt down
again to kiss and suckle Sean's hard little nipple, while Ken, the curly
blond mirrored him on the other side, and they both slowly caressed Sean's
twitching little abs. Jason, Phillip and I had kissed and licked our way up
down those strong, slender little legs, and we were back again to his
delicious little toes. While Jason took one of Sean's feet, I took the
other, and we tickled each of his little piggies with our tongues, before
spending many minutes sucking each and every salty morsel his quivering
feet. At the same time, Phillip wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging
into my back. His hardness snuggled in my cotton-wrapped cleft. I felt
gentle kisses between my shoulders, as I sucked and licked Sean's toes over
and over again.

Looking up, I could see Sean and Harley had stopped kissing, and the tall
boy was panting. "Don't top, Sean! Please don't stop!" while the birthday
boy's hand jackhammered inside those boxers. But Sean grinned and stopped,
making Harley moan.

"There wasn't enough icing on my cake," Sean grinned and said
quietly. "Take those grandpa underwear off so I can suck some icing from
your cock."

Grinning back and nodding quickly, the tall boy got up and slid off his
undershorts, springing free the biggest boy dick I'd ever seen. 6 inches of
fat, throbbing, veiny boyhood quivered out from a bush of hair my 8th-grade
classmates would envy, Harley straddled Sean's chest, resting his bent
knees on either side of the slender, muscular 12-year-old. His buttocks
clenched as he bent his groin forward, and soon began to moan.

At the same time, Eric and Ken were still stroking Sean's slender,
quivering tummy, but they'd leaned in to brush their young lips together,
and suck saliva from each other's mouths. Their buttocks curved like hard,
ripe melons, squeezed into tight cotton-wrappers, and their stomaches
heaved with heavier breathing. Ken reached with one hand to rub his palm
against the torturously strained penis pulsing up Eric's undersized undies,
which were so tight they dug furrows behind under his buns.

Jason and I sucked and licked our way back up Sean's immaculately hairless
legs, until we both reached his vaguely musky boy mound. I winked at Jason,
as I clasped Sean's love meat between a thumb and forefinger, then gently
licked round and around his angry red mushroom head. He shuddered, as
relief was at last in sight. Gently, I closed my lips behind his crown, and
licked from the the underside, along his frenulum, up his pee-holed and
back. He was salty and delicious, tender and helpless.

With his face pressed against mine, Jason sucked in Sean's bag, and by the
slowly mounting thrusts of the younger boy's hips, we knew he was finally
entering the tunnel of release.

At the same time, Phillip was no longer simply hugging into my back, but
starting to hump the front of his underpants into the back of mine. I felt
his small hardness cruising up and back the cotton-clad channel between my
skinny, hard butt cheeks, and his tongue gliding along my spine. Phillip's
small hand gently clasped my thrumming dick through the sheer fabric of my
tiny, European undies, and I could't help but thrust into his tender grip.

Jason was working a finger into Sean's bottom, slowly drilling in toward
his pleasure button, and Sean's hips ground faster. I sucked his young dick
harder, bobbing up and back, from the ridge of his painfully sensitive
glans, to the hairless plains of his pubescent root. Every time I reached
his crown, I swirled my tongue his angry, pulsating pee hole, then used a
thumb and index finger to stroke down his pulse-pounding meat. Kissing and
licking my way up and back, I drove the young boy crazy, and his hips
pushed harder.

With my ass raised fully in the air, Phillip took advantage and pulled the
back of my snug little undies down below my skinny little buttocks. Then I
felt my cheeks spread, and a hot, wet tongue sliding up and back my
defenseless canyon. Then, Phillip's tongue tip worked into my little love
bud.  He spent long minutes saturating me with saliva, and gently opening
me with his soft, probing tongue, and I gasped into Sean's quivering pole.

Sean's hips were thrusting even harder, as I stroked and licked his
desperate sex. The whole bed was shaking, and I heard Harley groaning, "I'm
coming Sean!" Then I heard slicking, rhythmic sounds that gently tapered
off as Harley's moans died off. He sighed, and he caught his breath, I
heard him quietly say, "Thanks for letting me cum on your face." Then, more
wet sounds of kissing and licking.

I felt Phillip's finger press inside me. The pain was brief, and then I
groaned with pleasure. Just then, Sean's pelvis pounded up against my face,
and I heard him choke a howl, as his pole pulsed. For the first time, I
could taste a tiny wetness of vaguely salty flavor. He actually shot! Not
much, but I knew he'd be stoked when I told him later. With strong suction,
I maintained my wet grip for two or three more thrusts, then released his
poor, spent prong.

Jason had removed his finger from Sean's ass, and I sucked its tangy flavor
clean, then turned to kiss my boyfriend fully on the lips. As we rested on
Sean's groin, I saw through the corner of my eye that curly-haired Ken was
pulling off his bone-white briefs, releasing his slender, hairless,
three-inch sex wand. He opened a tube of something I later learned was KY
Jelly, which Dr. Bisset kept in the house for medical purposes. Slicking
his penis, he straddled Sean's belly, behind Harley, who was tenderly
making out with the birthday boy. Spreading the bigger boy's cheeks, Ken
used his hands to guide his prick into Harley's hole. As Ken slid in, I
heard Harley moan, and he spread his knees wider to lower himself onto
Sean. The two boys slid back, and Harley's groin now spread across Sean's,
so the two boys could continue to kiss and run their hands through each
other's hair. So Jason and I got up on all fours to crawl back along Sean's
thighs, then sat back on our feet, our bottoms draped over the younger
boy's legs. We resumed kissing, first gently, then passionately, our
tongues wrapping and twining and wrestling.

When we had moved Phillip's finger pulled out, and he walked over to Eric,
wrapping his arms around the slender boy, and kissing him gently on the
lips. Then Phillip slid his fingers into the waistband of Eric's
torturously tight briefs, which contrasted brightly against his beautiful
olive skin. Phillip slowly lowered the fellow 6th grader's undies,
releasing a thick, 3 inch, circumcised rod, quivering from a slightly
wrinkled sack. A few dark hairs rose around Eric's hardness.

Eric rubbed his hands around Phillips cotton-clad bottom, kissing him
fully, and pulling the the two boys into a harder embrace. His hands dove
into Eric's underpants to squeeze his slender little globes, then pulled
out to yank Eric's briefs down. Their hands caressed around each other,
then they whispered, and turned toward Jason and me, taking the KY Jelly
with them.

Jason and I pulled away from our kissing, as the younger boys gripped our
rumps firmly. Instinctively, we knelt down, resting our chests to Sean's
thighs, raising our butts for the impending invasion. I was so hard it
hurt, and reached back to squeeze myself through my sheer little briefs,
which still covered my throbbing 3 inch meat. Phillip pulled my hand away,
making me whimper, and I heard him chuckle.

I felt slick goo slathered around my hole, then a pressure against my
clenching ring. It wasn't worse than his little boy finger, and Phillip
quickly slid inside me. It felt so good! I loved having a penis in me,
though only younger boys could fit.

It was clear Harley liked being impaled as well, pounding backward against
Ken's thrusts, groaning with each slap of groin to bottom. Sean and Ken
were no longer lip locked, though they licked each other across the
face. And Sean must have re-engorged, as his hips rocked up against the two
boys fucking across his lap. One of his hands reached down under Harley,
and I saw his arm gently pulling.

Eric had lowered Jason's Fruit-of-the-Looms, and was buried in my
boyfriend's bottom. He wasted no time grinding into Jason's muscular ass,
and Jason moaned, clenching his eyes shut. Eric's hand was inside the front
of Jason's undies, pounding him from both ends.

At the same time, Phillip was rhythmically pulling his boner in and out of
my squeezing ring. He was just long enough to reach my magic place, and I
grunted every time he did. I had to cum, and reached back to stroked
myself. Again, Phillip slapped my hand away, but this time, he clutched my
cotton-cloaked hardness, and I fucked his hand as he fucked my butt.

Jason slicked up a thumb with spit, and slid it forward, into Ken's winking
eye. Ken moaned, then groaned as Jason used his remaining finger to cup and
caress the younger boy's furiously tightening nuts. Ken slammed harder into
Harley, who was moaning louder, while Sean stroked him faster, and ground
upwards into the fucking boys massed upon him.

The friction on my cotton-cloaked boyhood built, and I felt the mounting
explosion looming with every touch of Phillip's little head on my little
prostate. Just as I felt the dry, itchy fire bursting from my angry
hardness, I felt Phillip slamming hard one last time into me, then held my
hips as his dick pulsed inside me. We must have groaned at the same time,
but I don't know for sure, as stars burst across my eyes, and I fell into
darkness.

An hour or so later, I lumbered awake. I was lying on my back, and my snug
little briefs were back in place. Jason was curled around one side of me,
gently snoring, and Phillip was curled on my other side, wearing his undies
as well. I heard moaning and slapping flesh.  Ken was lying on his back,
sucking Harley's dick, while the bigger boy was bent on all fours to lick
and suck Ken's cock. Sean was balls deep in Harley's ass, furiously fucking
and gasping for all he was worth. Eric was curled up under the covers, fast
asleep.

Phillip looked into my eyes, and smiled. "Hey, man. It's kinda cool how you
pass out."

I smiled, but told him it wasn't always so great. Jason murmured as he woke
up. "Let's go back to my room," he whispered.

Phillip heard him, and whined. "Can I come with you guys? There's not
enough room for me here, and I don't want to sleep on the floor."

It was such an obvious lie that Jason rolled his eyes, but agreed, as we
left Sean's sex-fragrant room.