Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2019 04:20:45 +0000
From: gu135p+6ytizo1pbp8oo@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures ? Part 3 | Gay ? Young Friends

Riding home, I barely noticed the fire in my legs from bicycling up our
absurdly steep hill. I was too happy; daydreaming about my best friend
Jason, and what he showed me that afternoon. It was my introduction to sex,
and my first experience with love.

So I almost got creamed by a bus, riding through an intersection without
paying attention. All I could think about was that extremely luscious
boy. A bit taller than me, with light brown hair hanging around his collar,
and an upturned nose, he was almost girlishly beautiful. But his body was
all 13-year-old boy. With little body fat, he wasn't skinny, but lean and
athletic. By the time my house was in sight, I had a raging boner,
again. As I put my bike in the garage, readjusted my cock, and made sure my
shirt was hanging over my crotch.

Bouncing into the kitchen, my mom must have picked up on my vibes because
she said, "Hey handsome. Have a fun day?" She didn't know how good, but I
was still blushing, and said, "It was OK." But just as I reached for the
refrigerator, I heard, "Not a chance. Dinner's in 30 minutes. Go get
cleaned up."

Turning on my heel, I went upstairs and passed my 16-year-old sister,
practicing guitar in her room. "Hey Lori," I called out. "Hey Robin." I got
to my room, shut the door behind me, and pulled off my sweaty clothes,
leaving Jason's Fruit of the Looms for last. Standing in front of the
mirror, I checked myself out. By now, my hard on was gone, and there was
just a bump pushing out from that snowy field of cotton. Definitely not my
style of undies, but it was sexy to be in Jason's. Just thinking about that
I started to get aroused.

The boy looking back at me in the reflection was nearly 5 feet tall, with a
thick mop of straight blond hair falling on either side of his face almost
to his shoulders. Blue eyes, small rounded nose. I guess my lips were
full. I didn't see anything special, but Jason was into me. I kind of
sighed, and absently rubbed on the tube swelling in those underpants, as I
looked at my kinda skinny frame. I was getting some decent shoulder and arm
muscles from surfing. Muscular, but skinny legs ended inside those briefs,
which draped and concealed both my hip bones, and all but the top of my
pubic "V."

Turning to one side and then the other, I saw ribs pressing out from my
chest, and my narrow stomach sloping in toward a blue and gold waistband. I
watched in the mirror as my hand slowly stroked up and down the length of
the very hard cock straining up those slightly baggy, white
briefs. Appraising my butt, I thought it was OK. Round buns that didn't
really fill those underpants, they weren't remotely as firm and muscular as
Jason's. I thought of how I'd kneaded his hard, flexing gloves, and
desperately needed to jerk off. I pulled those briefs off, and stared at my
hard, throbbing penis. 3 inches of slender hairless boy tube grew from a
tight, walnut sized sack and pointed up toward my navel. I licked my thumb
and forefinger, like Jason had done, and stroked around the pink head. With
my other hand, I lightly grasped my nut sack, gently massaging and pulling
on those grapes, even as they seemed to cling tighter to my body.

Now that I learned what boners were for, I needed to come. Again. Laying
down on my bed, I closed my eyes and imagined Jason's hands on me, his hand
around my stalk with a thumb and two fingers, his other rubbing my tiny,
bald nuts. His finger rubbing back and forth between my sack and my
butthole. I was starting to pant and moan and was getting close. "Oh
Jason," I sighed.

Just then, my door swung in and my sister said, "Robin, dinner's -- oops!
Sorry!" The door slammed shut. Talk about a boner killer. I'd been naked
around here since forever. But this was way different, and I was flooded
with total embarrassment, as Lori said through the door, "Dinner'll be
ready in 5 minutes." Well, good thing my erection had evaporated, because I
needed to take a fast shower. Pulling on Jason's Fruit of the Looms, I
headed across the hall to our shared bathroom and scrubbed fast and
furiously, dried and went back to my room, where I pulled on a fresh pair
of small, red, low-rise briefs my mom bought from a German catalog, a clean
white t-shirt, and some sweat pants and socks.

Lori came our of her room as I passed toward the stairs, in a man's t-shirt
that reached to her pretty shapely thighs. I mean, I was no expert on
girls; I realized I only checked out guys. But she was very pretty, with a
slender figure and smallish boobs. Her hair was like mine, but reached down
her back in a braided ponytail. A foot taller than me, she didn't look
directly at me when she said in a low voice, "I'm really, really
sorry. From now on, I'll knock." She was - and still is - so cool. I smiled
up at her and told her it was no big deal, but knocking would be a good
idea.

My little brother Chris was already at the table with my dad, wearing his
usual after school nothing but a t-shirt, underwear and socks. He looked
like a 9-year-old version of me, but with brighter blue eyes, and shorter
hair falling just below his ears. My dad was in his usual weekend uniform
of jeans and a Harvard sweatshirt. Scratching on his beard, he called out,
"Troops are all here," as mom came in with dinner.

Unlike a lot of families, our's was really close. Maybe foreigners living
in Zurich made us circle the wagons. Probably not. My mom was raised in
Germany, and besides, it's not like the Swiss are hostile people. Maybe
uptight. But not hostile.

Anyway, we were joking around as usual when my mom said, "Robin, why are
you so bubbly?"

I shrugged, focused on cutting into my potato, and said, "I dunno."

"Maybe he's in love," piped in Lori, to my horror.

"Shut up." I glared at her as she stifled a smile.

To my relief my dad changed the subject and we finished dinner. Chris and I
were on dishes that night, while everyone else went to turn watch TV.

"You have a girl friend?" Chris asked, while drying a pan.

Truthfully, I told him no, just as Lori walked in.

Looking at her I said, "You started this."

"Chris, I was just teasing Robin," said, before motioning me into the
dining room.

"Come on. You're so cute - especially when you're squirming. But I won't do
it again."

"Payback's a bitch, Lori," I said as she turned back toward the den.

Since it was a weekend, Chris and I could stay up late. But I had to get
him ready for bed before we settled in to watch TV. He went up to brush his
teeth, and I came up a few minutes later. He was stripping off his briefs
as I lay a towel down on the floor.

Like me, he was a heavy sleeper with a small bladder, and was a bed
wetter. Aside from a couple of accidents, I'd grown out of it by 9 or
10. He was taking a little longer, with about half the time waking dry. It
was a family problem affecting boys. My maternal uncles had gone through
it, so it was no big deal. From about the age of 5 or six until I grew out
of bedwetting, my sister was in charge of getting me ready for bed. Now the
chore was handed down to me.  In those days, disposables were new, and
hadn't caught on. So I got out two cotton diapers, folding one into a small
square and placing it in semi-triangular fold of the other. Chris sat on
the folded cotton and lay back, while slightly spreading his legs. I
studied it for a minute. He'd been born in Zurich, so his penis, unlike
mine, was uncut, and probably an inch long, with a tiny tablespoon of
scrotum.

"You're staring at my weenie, Robin," he giggled.

I snapped out of it talced him, and then got to the part he couldn't do,
safety pinning the diaper together. I got him into plastic pants, and he
pulled down his t-shirt as he stood up.

"Thanks, Robin."

"De nada, shrimp."

The kid only wore PJs when his friends were over, or we were in ski country
and it was cold. It was perfectly normal for him to just lay on his belly
in his diapers, with a pillow under his chin, while watching TV with the
rest of the family. It was actually kind of cute watching him kick his feet
up and down behind those plastic pants.

Our folks eventually told us not to stay up too late, and kissed us good
night. Not long thereafter, Chris got up to cuddle up next to me. I put my
arm around him, with my hand on his bum, while we watched "Columbo."
Predictably, Chris nodded off half-way through. I signaled Lori, who got up
and picked my little brother up to carry him upstairs. He weighed maybe 20
pounds less than me, so there was no way I could do it.

Lori came back a few minutes later, and we turned down the volume on the
TV. At some point, she turned to me and very quietly asked, "Um, Robin,
who's Jason?"

I must have turned bright red, since she quickly said, "I mean, if you want
to talk about it."

I sighed, resigned myself to it, and told her that I thought I liked
boys. And then all about Jason. How he was the hottest looking boy in
junior high, how he was a champion tennis player, top student, and a
talented photographer. And that I'd had a crush on him for months.

"So...have you told him?"

"Um...turns out he had similar feelings for me. We...uh...figured things
out this afternoon."

"`Figured things out?' Did you guys mess around?"

I looked away and said, "Yeah, I mean I never, uh, knew anything about
kissing or...touching."

"Figures. Dad is awesome, but kind of out touch. And the two of them are
just always focused on work. So they never had a sex talk with you?"

"Nope."

"Looks like you have some of the basics in hand" she giggled.

I threw a pillow at her, and she said, "I'm sorry. I told you I wouldn't
torture you. It's just that...my baby brother's growing up!" she sort of
sang.

"Stop it," I hissed, and lobbed another pillow at her.

"Dude, girls do it, too."

"They do?"

"They do. I DO. Differently, obviously. But it's natural."

She was quiet for a minute and then said, "You are so cute!" Ugh. Cute -
there was that word again.

I must have rolled my eyes and she said, "No, I mean like good looking. I
figured all the girls in school would be all over you. But a boy?" She
laughed and said, "That's totally cool. I can't wait to meet Jason."

We watched the show quietly for a while before she was a little more
serious. "Listen, Robin, I love you so much. And I don't want you to get
hurt. So, it's fine to feel like you're in love. But remember Jan?"

I nodded. When she was in 9th grade, her first boyfriend dumped her out of
the blue, and she was in tears for what seemed like forever.

"Sometimes, what may seem like love isn't. And when it's the first time, it
can hurt really badly when it ends. I've dated a bunch of boys since then,
and now Jeremy and I seem to be in a steady relationship. But we
haven't...you know, done it, yet. We've messed around. But until I'm sure
it's right, I keep everything casual."

"I think I get it. I mean, it's all new to me."

"That's right. It's new, so keep it casual for now. And also? People can be
really uncool when it comes to, uh, boys with boys. So maybe be discrete."

In retrospect, that was prehistoric advice. At the time, no doubt it saved
me from gay bashing. Times change.

"Robin, I don't know much about guys. At some point, you should have a talk
with dad."

"Yeah, you're right. Some time."

When we were both nodding out, we headed up stairs, brushed out teeth and
hit our rooms.

"I love you, Lori."

"I love you Robin."

Our doors closed, I hit the lights, stripped down to my briefs and jumped
in bed. My head barely hit the pillow before I was deeply asleep. It seemed
like only moments later, I was being shaken awake.

"Robin! Robin!" Chris was whispering.

"Uhhhhh...what's up, dude?"

I could hear him sniffling as I opened my eyes, and saw that he'd been
crying. I looked at clock. 3:00 AM. Ugh.

"I had a really bad dream. Can I sleep with you?" This happened every so
often. He had an active imagination, and sometimes it went seriously
south. My folks were never surprised to find Chris in my bed.

"Sure, shrimp," I said, before I detected a whiff of urine. "Dude, are you
wet?"

"Yeah."

"OK, let's get you changed first." I didn't want to smell pee all night.

We went to the bathroom, where there were more changing supplies. Most
mornings, I'd just unpin him and he'd jump in the shower before
breakfast. Screw showering in the middle of the night. After pulling his
plastic pants off, I unpinned his diaper, and tossed in the pail. "You
should try to pee, just in case," I said.

He did, and I joined him. As I pulled my dick out of my briefs, Chris kind
of stared at it for a minute, before getting on with peeing. We crossed
streams, and he giggled. He seemed to be in a much better place when we
finished. I got a got a moist wash cloth and first wiped his tear-stained
face. Then, I washed the pee off of his diaper area, then dried him, before
he lay down on a fresh, clean diaper. I got out some baby oil and squirted
a bunch on his crotch. Using two fingers, I spread it around as I had done
for years. Yet for some reason, the process seemed a lot more...interesting
to me. I mean, I'd always been fascinated with my brother's dick, but now I
almost understood why.

So I was more thorough in spreading it around his penis and balls, and the
space between his legs. I poured some more in my hand, and rubbed it all
around his bum, then in between his cheeks. Soon, my finger was rubbing it
around his tiny hole.

He giggled, "That tickles."

I smiled and put a little more on his dick, before gently pulling his
foreskin back, and delicately rubbing it around his itty bitty helmet. I
slicked it around, then down the length, as I felt his little love staff
engorge and grow twice its size. I was thinking how this could be so much
better than spit, when Chris sighed, "That feels good, Robin."

Ooops. I snapped out of it, dusted him with some talcum powder, pinned him
up and got him into fresh plastic pants. Pulling him up, I led Chris back
to my room, and we both got into my queen size bed. He curled on his side,
and I curled around him, my lap and thighs against his crinkly butt, and my
arm hugging him tightly.

"Thank you, Robin. I love you."

"I love you, too, Chris. Sweet dreams." I kissed the back of his head, and
soon we were both asleep.

________________________________


"Boys? Time for breakfast." It was mom leaning in my doorway.

"Uhhhhhhhh," I mumbled.

"Whhaaaaaa?" murmured Chris.

Mom chuckled, and said "Breakfast in 15. Wakey wakey."

I hated that expression. Later I found out she'd picked it up at
Cambridge. Still: annoying. Anyway, as she shut the door, I started
emerging from my nightly coma, and realized three things:

I was still spooned with Chris
2)  My hand was inside his plastic plants, holding his diapered crotch
3)  We were both hard.

As I pulled my hand away, he murmured, "No, that feels good." I replied it
was time to get up. I also noticed he was dry.

He rolled onto his back as I got up and he looked at me and laughed,
"You've got a boner!"

"So do you," I taunted back.

We both laughed as I threw on a t-shirt and told him we needed to get him
changed. In his room, I unpinned him, and checked him for any rashes before
he put on some clean, blue-and-white-striped briefs and a clean t-shirt. By
then, our pants dragons had gone soft, so it was easy for both of us to
have a morning pee. Just before we got to the stairs, Chris looked up at me
and said, "Robin, I loved you holding my wiener."

I sighed, shook my head and thought about how strange the last 24 hours had
been.