Date: Sat, 04 May 2019 18:22:02 +0000 From: hnos1h+8p82lu3q28o74@guerrillamail.com Subject: Robin's Adventures - Part 26 | Through the final week of June, it was typically overcast in our San Diego County beach town. But fog didn't deter me from getting up early every morning to hit the waves, usually with my older sister Lori and my younger brother Chris. Summer vacation meant we were busy, though, so we'd only paddle out for an hour or two, then head home. Lori's job gave her shifts Tuesdays through Sundays. I had swim league in the morning, and ballet class in the afternoon, while Chris had joined a Little League. And we also had chores. So I usually collapsed into bed, sore and exhausted by 9 every night. My boyfriend Jason had just turned 14, but we only celebrated by phone. He and his younger brother were still living with family in Wisconsin while their mom sorted out her divorce, and a restraining order against her violent husband. I got to talk to Jason once a week. Unfortunately, in the 1970s, there was only one phone company, and it charged a fortune for long-distance calls. So we were limited to 20 minutes. Worse, most people kept their landlines in highly-trafficked places, like the kitchen. So forget about phone sex. Still, we'd cup the phones and whisper "I love you," and I'd end up with a raging boner anyway. After hanging up, I'd race upstairs to furiously rub one out. The Friday night before Lori, Chris and I were to fly to Europe for a month, Chris and I got to invite our friends to spend the night. As usual, Lori's boyfriend was staying over, as well. As we cleaned up from dinner, my mom noticed how stiffly I was moving and suggested I hit the jacuzzi bathtub in my shared bathroom. Baths were usually too time consuming for me. But I was sore from a week of hard-ass workouts and dance lessons, as well as surfing a pretty decent wave that rolled in from a tropical storm that week. It was wise choice. "Can I use it after you?" piped up Zach. "Why don't you boys share it, and save water," said my mom, wiping down a counter. "Just make sure he soaks for at least 20 minutes, Zach." As we went upstairs, we could hear everyone else heading out to the pool for a night swim. I started filling the tub and joined Zach in my bedroom. He'd already shed his shoes and socks, and his OP shorts were sliding down his slender, hairless legs. As usual, I'd striped down to my t-shirt and undies the minute I got home from ballet. My family were practically nudists, and our friends had long ago adapted to our casual attitude about clothes. "I haven't taken a bath with someone in a couple of years." Zach had a mischievous smile, and looking into my eyes bit his lower lip. Pulling up his t-shirt to peel it off, he revealed his desire stretching out his bone white tight briefs. He was a very pretty boy, slim and soft, with dark hair falling to his shoulders. I loved gazing at him. His swhite underpants, with their blue striped elastic waistband, were thick and soft and hugged him tightly. And I could make out the shape of his quivering crown through the dampening cotton. My dick started inflating, and I smiled into Zach's sparkling eyes. "Let me help you with your shirt," Zach said quietly, and stepped forward to pull it off. As my collar-length, light blond hair fell across my face, Zach raised a hand to brush it aside, so he could lean in for a gentle kiss. Our erections sandwiched their cotton wrappers, and I slid a hand around to caress his soft, bubble butt. While Zach and his girlfriend, Meg, were totally in love, they were approaching sex very slowly. In fact, like most boys our age, he'd had very little experience with girls, and, until he met Meg, preferred boys. When he made out with Meg, she was now letting Zach rub her moist little pussy through her panties, and she would slip fingers into his zipper, gently stroking his pole through his briefs. They were starting to get comfortable bringing each other to orgasm. But Zach, unlike me, was fully sinking into puberty, and horny 24/7, and I was more than happy to treat his condition. And that night, his condition needed intensive care. Taking him by the hand, I led Zach into the bathroom and shut the door. Wrapping our arms around each others' waists, we kissed more furiously, our tongues wrestling, while we ground our groins with gusto. Zach was desperately horny, and whimpering into my mouth. He thrust his desperately needy love missile harder into mine, and I could feel dampness soaking through the sheer barrier of my snug little German underpants. Quickly glancing to check the water level, I dropped to my knees, to face my friend's friend's straining tumescence. Cupping his soft cotton nut pouch with the palm of one hand, I fluted the fingers of my other gently up and down his damp hardness. Zach moaned, and I bent forward to kiss his cloth-bound head, then pursed my lips to suck in the flowing pre-cum, as it filtered through white woven fabric. I kissed, licked and sucked up and down the thick center panel, making his achingly hard boyhood pound furiously against my lips. "Please, Robin," he whined. "Stop teasing me." Smiling up at Zach, I pulled the front of his briefs down to hook under his skinny young scrotum. My sister had recently sugar waxed his pubes, and his slender four inches pounded angrily was from a base as silky smooth as my own natural pre-pubic mound. Unlike Jason, Zach didn't mind his emerging groin hair. But Meg was - like me - a late bloomer, and he wanted her to feel at ease if they ever reached home plate. With one hand, I gripped his pulsating shaft. With the other, I gently clutched his smooth testicles, kneading them against the tight elastic of his waistband, while gently massaging his cotton-covered taint with my fingertips. As I softly stroked Zach's shaft, I leaned in to purse my lips around his drooling cock head. Zach quietly cried as I dragged my tongue around and around his salty love nuzzle, and sucked down his gooey juice. Softly, rhythmically squeezing Zach's nuts, I slid him further in, until he reached the back of my throat. Slowly testing my growing skills, I relaxed my gag reflex, and took him all the way to the base. As I pressed my nose against his smooth pubis, involuntarily, I sighed. This immediately made Zach cry out, and he clutched my hair. "Do that again," he pleaded. And I did. However, I was starting to gag, and I had to pull out for a second. "Sorry, I can't do that for long," I huffed. "Couldn't breath. But let me try something else." Pulling his quaking love stick back into me, I sealed my lips behind his mushroom head and slid down his boyhood. Then I started to hum "Whole Lotta Love," squeezing his nuts in time. "Yess!" Zach squealed, and pulled my hair harder. With my fingers stroking just ahead of my lips, I sucked and stroked forward and back in time with my humming. Moments later, I felt Zach's tender balls pulling. His tell tale moans mounted higher and higher in octave, and then he gasped. I pulled back to seal my lips around his knob, sucking hard, and stroking him faster. I felt the first blast coursing down his shaft, just before the hot, thick jet hit the back of my throat. Zach's knees buckled, and his hands left my head to grip my shoulders. Three more explosions of rich cream filled my mouth before I milked him dry. Releasing him from my lips, I held him delicately with my fingers as he softened. Slowly, Zach's breathing returned to normal, and he stood back up. "That was fucking amazing, Robin!" Zach bent to pull me up, and we kissed. His tongue bathed in the strong lingering taste of his own seed. I was becoming accustomed to the flavor, because I really liked to pleasure my friend. "Oh, the bath!" I pulled away from his embrace to shut off the water. The tub was about to overflow, and I had to let some water drain before I could add the epsom salts and turn on the bubbles. While I was doing all that, I felt Zach's hands slowly caressing my skinny little bottom. From self exams in the mirror, I knew they looked a bit like grapefruit, but there was a small indentation on either side from where they joined my slender hips. Running his fingers around to the front of my briefs, Zach gently stroked my rock hard boyhood as it flailed against its tight, sheer prison. Slowly, he pulled my underpants down, releasing my throbbing dick, and tightly churning little balls. Before he could take me into his hands, I turned around, and quickly kissed him on the lips. "Let's get in, first," I whispered. The tub was deep, and about 2.5 meters long and 1 wide. We sank into the hot, bubbling jets. It was so hot and soothing, I almost forgot about the turgid wand throbbing out me. But not quite, and neither had Zach. Facing one another, Zach positioned me so that I was almost sitting in his lap, with my legs draping over his thighs and around his creamy ass. As we kissed, I felt one of his hands gently clutch my hardness. His other hand gently caressed around and around my buttocks, occasionally squeezing my globes tenderly. I sighed, and he pulled away from our kiss to whisper into my ear, "God I love your little ass." I giggled. "And my ass loves you." Soon enough, Zach's tongue was back in my mouth, tapping and twinning around mine. One of Zach's fingers slid up and back in my cleft, and eventually settled against my tightly puckered hole. As he worked his finger slowly in, I groaned, and my little scrotum - already clinging to my body - grew impossibly tighter. Zach stroked me faster, and kissed me harder, and I felt his cock refilling, poking into my thigh. I had been using both hands to caress his shoulders, but I pulled one away to readjust his dick, so it throbbed straight up. Wrapping my fingers just under his re-swollen head, I gently rubbed the underside of his glans with my thumb. Just then, his finger was fully in my love tunnel, fucking me gently while his other fingers caressed my bottom. I moaned, and he pulled my hand away from his thrumming member. For a second, I wondered if he was too sore to stroke, but learned I was wrong when held both our cocks together, and stroked them with every mounting fury. I slid my arms back around Zach, and nuzzled his neck. I felt my climax quickly approaching, and I was gasping as Zach's fingers flew in that hot water. His dick felt so great crushed against mine. It was almost like we were becoming one boy stroking his raging little love pole. "I..!" was all I could get out as I choked off a scream. My pre-fertile nuts squeezed and a wave of itchy fire detonated out. As my teeth ground together, stars exploded across my clenched eyelids, and I fell into darkness and into Zach's chest. Some ten minutes later, I groggily woke up. Zach was lying against one end of the tub, and he'd positioned me between his spread legs. My back was lying against his smooth, slender chest, and my head rested against his shoulder. "That was a good," I murmured. "No shit!" he chuckled. Apparently, my climax excited him so much, Zach came almost immediately after me. Thankfully, his hungry monster wouldn't need feeding again for a while. "You're really sore, huh?" Zach asked. "You have no idea," I replied. "Let me get to work on your muscles. Sit up." I did. The water was so deep, my nipples were still submerged as Zach slid his fingertips up and down my spine. Then he gently caressed my neck, and then my shoulders, before he slowly began to knead my tightly bound muscles."This feels so good," I sighed, and he spent a long time plying my neck and collar. Then I purred as he worked my joints and upper arms. Returning to my shoulders, he worked his way up and down my skinny back. "You're really building some muscles, man" Zach commented. "Really?" I squeaked. I was small for my age and didn't carry much weight, so I had noticed my calve and thigh muscles getting getting more corded. But not much else. "Yeah, even your butt is getting hard," and we both laughed. "That's not all that's getting hard," I chuckled. I could feel Zach's cock pressing up along backside. "I think I'll have to work on your legs later," he murmured, and wrapped his arms around my skinny chest to pull me back against him. His engorged cock now rested between my buttocks, and I clenched them to squeeze his tumescence. Zach rubbed his index fingers slowly around my hardening nipples, then gently tweaked them, while kissing my neck. Slowly, I felt his hips started rocking, and his dick slid up and back between my buns. His fingers caressed down my tummy, and he rubbed greater circles until he reached my bald pubic mound. By then, I was diamond hard once again, and I moaned as his fingers reached my turgid pole. He traced the throbbing contour with the index finger of one hand, while using his thumb and index finger to tickle my small scrotum with the other. When his fingers gently rubbed around my raging helmet, I groaned and started pressing against his humping hardness. Zach cupped my straining, walnut-sized scrotum, and gently kneaded my balls with his palm. He started thrusting faster into my ass. Gripping my penis with his entire hand, he stroked my entire length. With water as a lube, he could work my head as vigorously as my stalk, and soon I was gasping, begging him to pound me harder. And he did. Taking his hand away from my nuts, Zach wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me tight, and plow me wildly. At the same time, he gripped my tender tool more firmly, and masturbated me furiously. I heard Zach's gasps mounting higher and higher, as he humped my tight little buns savagely, spraying water all over. In moments, Zach quietly growled, "I'm cumming, Robin!" He held me tight and as his hips thrust one last time, I squeezed him with my butt cheeks. He stopped stroking me as orgasm settled, and his breath slowed. Then he sighed and kissed my shoulder. "Like I said, I love your tight little ass, Robin," he cooed softly. Retuning his hand to clutch and massage my nuts, Zach stroked me fast and brutally in that hot, frothy water. I was breathing harder and harder, grinding my teeth as I got dizzy from my building climax. In just a few more moments, Zach's violent pounding pulled my dry boygasm from tender loins, and I fell back, into the night. ==================================== When we finally emerged from our sex spa, we pulled on fresh underwear and t-shirts, to join my family in the den. After we went to bed that night, Zach gave my legs a deep tissue massage, before we 69'ed into sleep, latching onto our new found humming technique. We had another serious suck fest when we first awoke the next day, and twice more while Zach "helped" me pack for my trip. When he finally went home, my poor dick was sore from all his attention.