Date: Mon, 02 Sep 2019 00:14:13 +0000 From: hxft7k+74nn59yzdvhxg@guerrillamail.com Subject: Robin's Adventures - Part 30 "Leaving The Alps" | "Leaving The Alps" - By K. Gespenst. When our summer mountaineering camp session came to an end that August, my mom flew out from CA to pick up my older sister and me. Saying goodbye to my dorm mates was bitter sweet, especially with Bruno, the 11-year-old Milanese boy who'd spent every night with his hands down my underpants. We hugged a long time, as my mom and Lori packed up the rental car. Just as we released one another, Bruno shook his long, wavy blond back, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips - a very rare public display of affection. My mom caught it, and raised an eyebrow. Getting in, she smirked and said, "I see you've gotten along fine without Jason this summer." I must have turned red, because she quickly changed the subject. But as we drove away, my older sister Lori and I waving to other departing campers, I realized my mom was right. I hadn't missed my 14-year-old classmate boyfriend. It was Jason who'd introduced me to sex, and more importantly, to love. Though I'd sent him postcards every week, I'd only heard from him a a handful of times. A couple of months earlier, I couldn't go an hour without my mind drifting happily to thoughts of my sexy tennis stud. But by the time we ended the camp session, I rarely thought of him, and it'd been weeks since I'd masturbated about his firm abs and ass. What did it mean? Suddenly, I felt very guilty. We drove to Geneva, where spent a couple of days visiting with old friends. Though born in CA, I'd spent my first 12 years in Geneva, where my parents had taken jobs after I was born. And so, it felt like going home, and I was sad when we left for Munich, where most of my mom's family lived. I mean, I loved my grandmother, my aunts, uncles and cousins, but I really missed boring old Geneva. My 10-year-old brother Chris was with my uncle Marty Huber at the airport, bouncing eagerly when he saw us. Chris had spent a week or so in Chamonix with my dad, attending a day climbing camp. Because he was still outgrowing the same bedwetting problem that virtually every boy in my mom's family had, including me, he hadn't been able to go to a sleep-away camp. But he'd only had a couple of accidents in the last three months, and as I'd learned from my mom, he was no longer wearing diapers to bed. He'd hated them, and I knew he `d be stoked. In fact, that night, as Chris and I got ready for bed in the room we shared at my Grandmother's house, he was very proud to no longer need the help I'd been giving him getting into diapers for the last 7 years. Strutting about naked from the waist down, Chris twirled his white cotton training pants like Mick Jagger with a microphone, and we both cracked up. Though thick, like today's disposable pull-ups, training underpants in the 70s wouldn't contain a real flood, and so Chris - like me before him - would have to wear plastic pants over them. But it was just a precaution, because he'd be out of them in a couple of months, and I hugged him tightly, sharing his joy. Then, on impulse, I pulled off my thin little German undies and replaced them with a pair of Chris night pants. Though sized for 8-10 year olds, like all boys in my mother's family, I was a late bloomer, and small for my age, and the training pants were only a little tight. But they were thick and soft, and felt really comforting, for some reason. Though Chris was laughing, I decided to keep them on under my pajamas. After my mom came in to kiss us good night, shutting off the light, I was almost asleep when I heard Chris get out of his twin bed, and felt him climb into mine. Draping his arm over me, my little brother whispered, "I missed you so much, Robin." "I missed you, too, Squirt," I murmured, as I curled so he could spoon around me. But as I drifted back toward sleep, I felt his fingers tracing around my skinny belly. As they went lower, I knew where his hand was migrating. Soon enough, Chris unbuttoned the front of my PJs, and his finger tips soon found the mound stretching the thick, soft cotton. I sighed, and rolled onto my back, and Chris rubbed the front of my crotch with the palm of his hand. "I really missed him, too," Chris whispered, and we both giggled. Then, I turned my head to meet his lips with mine. Soon, our tongues met, and I was proud that I'd taught him to be a patient, sensitive kisser. Rolling onto one hip, I opened the front of my brother's pajamas, and slid my hand under his plastic pants to trace the outline of the small bump pressing out against his thick cotton bed wetting pants. He pulled up a knee, to get me better access, and I cupped his small length, then gave gave him tender, rhythmic squeezes, as we kissed long and passionately. Soon, our hands drifted inside each waistbands, caressing each other's bald boyhoods. First fondling his tiny scrotum, I felt my brother's love pickle smack against my wrist in time with his heart beat. At the same time, he slowly ran a thumb and forefinger up and down my undeveloped length. Chris had been born in Geneva, and so, unlike me, was uncircumcised. I loved to play with his foreskin, gently pulling it back and forth, and making him shudder with delight. "You've gotten bigger," Chris, murmured. I didn't believe him. How could my dick grow in a month? I was sure it was just that he'd only had his 6 CM stick for comparison over the summer. Chris grew more urgent in his pulling, and I mirrored his, as we both grunted through tightly clenched teeth. We'd been masturbating each other for only a couple of minutes, but I couldn't hold back against the tender affection my brother and I showed for each other. Love-fueled passion powered our hands faster, and the room echoed with the soft rustling of cotton and plastic and choked off moans. Our hips thrust to rub into each other's griping fingers, and soon the friction bomb went off in my tender little balls. But it felt bigger than ever. It had always felt like a mounting need to pee. But this time, it felt real, and I was scared I would. But knowing I was in thick, cotton, training pants, I let just let go and I felt something burst from dick. A white fire blazed like never before, and I choked off a scream, and I distantly heard my brother gasp in surprise, as I fell into night. The next morning, I woke to a knocking on the door, groaning against the daylight as I uncoiled from spooning around Chris. My grandmother poked her head in to tell us breakfast would be ready soon. Chris grumbled, then giggled as I got out of bed, noticing the morning my undies He reached out to squeeze my little hardness. I laughed, and slapped his hand away. "Naughty boy. Get out of bed." Getting up, Chris pulled off his plastic pants, and I saw his training undies were dry, but also tented. I reached over and squeezed his boner through the thick, soft cotton, and we both giggled. As we got dressed, Chris surprised me when he told me about my orgasm, the night before. "A couple of drops came out of your dick! I think you spermed." "Really?!" I exclaimed. How cool was that? I looked forward to researching this first hand, as soon as possible! ====================== That morning, we had our chores, and it was my turn to do laundry. As I was folding clothes I'd cleaned for my sister, brother and me, my mom came in to help. Picking up a pair of my very small bikini briefs, she smirked, "Trading underwear, again?" she asked. I explained that when my luggage was lost in Paris, Dad and I had to buy a couple of days of clothing there. "You like them like this?" she asked, folding away the tiny cotton garment. I shrugged, "Sure, they're OK." She usually bought my clothes in Germany, and my ordinary underwear was smaller and tighter than American briefs. But these showed off all of my skinny little hipbones, and I thought they were pretty sexy. "We have to buy you new school clothes today, anyway. I don't know if we can find underpants like this, but we'll try." I smiled. "Thanks, Mom." After a day of shopping and doing a few touristy things around Munich, we joined my grandmother at Uncle Marty's for dinner. He'd been with his partner Karl for ten years', and though they wanted kids, gay adoptions were difficult back then. So they were the fun uncles, always doting on my cousins. As my Uncle Karl and my dad cleaned up after dinner, I saw my mom having a quiet conversation with Uncle Marty, glancing at me. He smiled, nodded, and poured two small glasses of white wine. Walking over to me, he asked my brother and sister if he could steal me away from our card game for a few minutes. Leading me into his home office, Uncle Marty shut the door, motioned me to sit, and placed a glass of wine in front of me. He sat down, and raised his glass to clink against mine. It was slightly sweet, white wine, and delicious. Like my mom, he was very direct. "I understand you like boys," he said, smiling slightly. I nodded, "I don't know why, but boys are really attractive, and girls aren't." He told me it had been the same for him, though he'd discovered it by the time he was 10. And as we talked, he expressed surprise that a year earlier, I hadn't even known how to masturbate. "I've been making up for it," I joked and we both laughed. For the next hour or so, we talked in German, occasionally switching to English if I didn't understand a grown-up term or slang. He told me no-one knew why some guys were gay, but he told me science had shown most guys had at least a capacity for it. "Even if it's that weird dream a boy might have about a classmate," he said. He mentioned that two of my male cousins were gay boys, and another was a lesbian, so there might be a genetic component. Then he dropped the big bomb on me. "My father - your grandfather - is probably gay." I was shocked. My grandfather lived in Hamburg, and I'd always thought his divorce was from some kind of PTSD from The War. I told him about my boyfriend Jason, the horn-dog tennis stud who was also very secretive about his desires. We talked about love, and he gave me wonderful advice that took a while to set. Though I didn't want to believe it, he told me people change, and they can fall out of love. More importantly, there was no "one" person out there. He and Karl were deeply in love, but there'd been many men in their lives before meeting. At the same time, he gave me advice that probably saved my life. "You may want to fuck every boy you see, but try to keep it to just a boy you really like." As he explained, there were evil people who wanted to exploit your desires, and some were violent. And he added that promiscuity bore the risk of disease. At the time, he was talking about syphilis and gonorrhea. But in 6 years or so, there'd be something far worse. Uncle Marty also gave me a strict rule: only date boys within 4 years of my age. Then he chuckled, and said "You can stretch that rule when you get to be 30 or so." But until I grew up, I shouldn't be exploited, nor exploit. To my embarrassment, he also said that it's OK to fool around with your brother, but make sure it's just playing around. "Brotherly love is not the same as the loverly love." I must have been beet red, because he quickly changed the subject, and asked if I had any questions about gay sex. I tried to be as direct as a Huber, and asked if it always hurt to have a penis in one's rectum. It was Uncle Marty's turn to blush, but then he grinned. "You don't have to do it that way if you don't want to," he said. Then he explained that Karl and he were both kind of grossed out by anal. After I said I really wanted to do it, he took a long time explaining how to plan and prep for it, do it slowly, and only with someone I truly cared for. 
 Just then, my grandmother called out and said she needed to head home. She was still a working doctor, and had an early shift the next day. Uncle Marty winked at me and said, "to be continued." ================== The next day was a Saturday, and the whole extended family was getting together at a lake south of Munich for a picnic. I hadn't seen my aunts and cousins yet, and I was totally stoked. When it came time to go, my mom and dad were out picking up supplies, while Uncle Marty, Uncle Karl, my grandmother, and her golden labrador left only one space left in the car. My grandmother was about to kick the dog out when Uncle Marty had a thought. "You like motorcycles, Robin?" I admitted I'd never been on one, but they looked really cool. "Edan can pick up Robin and ride him out to the lake," Uncle Marty said. Though my parents were skeptical, Marty explained that Edan, the 17-year-old Israeli exchange student living at my aunt Annika's place was very responsible, and a good rider. And then I begged. It worked and they caved, and soon Uncle Marty was on the phone to Edan. When we had the car packed, I heard a noise motorcycle pull up and shut off. A tall, lean figure got off the Ducati he'd been riding, and pulled off his helmet. Beneath a shaggy mop of curly, black hair was an olive-skinned Adonis. I tried to keep my hopes at bay, until I heard Uncle Marty say, "Edan! Thank you for coming to the rescue!" As he chatted with my parents and uncle, the older boy seemed so poised and confident, like another adult. He was lean and beautiful and everything I wanted to be. When he turned to introduce himself to me, I could barely mumble an embarrassed "Hallo," and kind of looked at the ground. I think I heard Uncle Marty chuckling, and I felt even smaller. In very good, but oddly-accented German, Edan told me he was glad to meet me, and we shook. Though Munich was hot as fuck from a heat wave, Uncle Marty had made me change into jeans, and had me wearing his over-sized denim jacket. When I put on the spare helmet Edan brought, I started sweating intensely. But soon, we were on the highway, my arms awkwardly wrapped around the sinewy older boy's muscular stomach. The wind quickly cooled me down, though my heart was racing when we hit 100 KM/H. Hugging this Mediterranean sculpture, whipping past slower cars, my heart soared. But then, I realized something else. The Ducati's seat was worn down, and the bike needed a tune-up. There was a distinct vibration that ground upward, into my ass and my balls, and soon, I was diamond hard. My steely tumescence was wedged against a fine muscular ass, and I prayed Edan wouldn't notice. But well before we got to the lake area, the older boy pulled off the highway, onto a side-road and into a hilly forest. I panicked, as he pulled us into copse of trees, then dismounted. I was afraid this powerful Israeli boy had felt my boner, and was going to beat the shit out of me. But when he pulled off his helmet, he was grinning. "I just turned 18 and got the bike a month ago. The Ducati needs some work, but I kind of like the ride." He chuckled and I noticed his tight jeans were swollen with a piece of pipe running sideways toward his hip. He smirked and pointed his chin at the lump pressing out of my trousers. "It does this to me, as well. My girlfriend Lena and I end up fucking if we go just down the road to pick up cigarettes." He apologized, telling me he didn't think a younger boy would be as sensitive. Then cautiously suggested we do something about our conditions. Within seconds, we'd both shed our trousers and undies, and Edan had me straddle the puttering motorcycle, as he sat backwards facing me. His cut cock was huge and thick, emerging from a thatch of jet black pubes. Looking at my hairless little boy cock, he asked why I was also circumcised, and I had to explain - for the 1000th time that summer - that I'd been born in California, and Americans do it as routine surgery on infants. He seemed to accept the idea, though I'm sure he thought it strange. Seated almost belly-to-belly, Edan pressed one hand onto our two penises, hugging the pulsating prongs together. I almost came then and there, naked on my lower half in a public space with a muscular boy god's dick slammed against mine. Then Edan used his other hand to work the motorcycle's throttle, sending waves of vibrations up through our genitals, our nuts, and our boy holes. I moaned loud and hard as that engine plowed my senses, and I saw Edan had closed his eyes and was huffing hard. He throttled the engine slowly, then fast, all the while slowly kneading out cocks into the broken leather upholstery. It took no more than a minute for the itching to build around my balls and in my belly, and all my groaning was drowned by a motor that was grinding white fire into my loins. Suddenly, as the vibrations punched through my tight little sack, I screamed loud and long, and I felt my cock desperately trying to vomit my very soul into that motorcycle and Edan's powerful hand. I fell forward onto him, the world spinning, and I heard the motor die down. As my breathing slowly grew back to normal, I definitely felt a little wetness on the tip of my cock. Then I felt Edan's hand leave my softening dick, as he put his whole hand to work jerking himself off. When I I sat back, the older boy smiled at me, then closed his eyes, jerking with one hand, and throttling the engine with the other. Hoping Edan wouldn't get angry, I pulled his hand away, replacing it with mine. He eyes sprang open, but he was smiling as I stroked in rhythm with the engine. Then I leaned down and sealed my lips around that enormous, circumcised bulb. I could barely get my mouth more than a couple CM past his glands. But I put my tongue to work around his delicious knob, savoring the pre-cum marinade. With one hand, I stroked, and with the other, I gently pressed and rolled Edan's hairy sack into the rumbling, vibrating Ducati. I don't know if he was moaning, because all I could hear was the engine throttling up and down, in time with my tongue swirling around. I sucked and stroked hard, then faster. The engine's vibrations built and I felt the older boy's legs straining beneath my forearms. His impossibly hard cock grew even harder, and then exploded with rich, textures of goo. It was a vast, creamy slurry of thick, rich boy manna, and I swallowed as fast as possible, but half of Edan's salty protein drooled down my cheeks onto the bike. The engine throttled down to idle, as I continued to clean Edan's softening sword, and I felt his hand hands roll through my hair. He pulled me up and looked me in the eye, thanking me. Then he kissed me full on the mouth. "You didn't have to do that," he whispered into my ear, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe away the cum on my face and on the Ducati's seat. "Oh yes. Yes I did," I sighed. I loved my first taste of Middle Eastern cuisine, and I knew it would not be my last. Edan told me his girlfriend didn't like to suck dick, and that he hadn't cum so hard in a long time. I figured he was lying. But over the next week, the older boy somehow managed to find an excuse to be alone with me a few more times, my lips around his penis, while he milked my boyhood with his hand. A few weeks later Edan returned to Israel for his compulsory service, and unfortunately, I never saw him again. ===================== We pulled up at the planned lake site to find that it was closed for renovations. A hand-written note fixed to the municipal sign gave a new location for our picnic at another beach a mile away. When Edan and I got to the beach, almost everyone else was there, including my grandmother, who wondered how they passed us on the way. I saw Uncle Marty roll his eyes and smile. Later, he deadpanned to me that it was a mystery why Edan never fixed things on his motorcycle. Within moments, I was surrounded by my two aunts and their husbands, hugging and kissing, before gleefully joining my cousins and their friends. Most were were 4-12, though there a couple of girls my age, and my cousin Dennis, who was 16. His brother had graduated from High School that year and was traveling through Turkey that summer. In all, there were probably 30 kids running around, and we quickly organized footie, while the adults spread out food and lit a barbecue. My cousin Dennis and a couple of the younger kids wanted to go swimming. Several brought bathing suits, and quickly peeled off their clothes to change in the hot sunshine. The girls my age wrapped towels around themselves to change, but none of the boys bothered. The beach we'd originally chosen was an FFK (nude) beach, and most people hadn't bothered bringing suits anyway. So, we swam in our underwear, crossing to a small island where someone set up a rope swing. I loved watching the half-naked boys climbing the rope, their slender buttocks straining to chug along with their muscular young legs. And the boys in tight, wet undies left little to the imagination, as well. When Dennis climbed up to swing on the rope, a very thin layer of striped white cotton seemed painted on his young genitals, shrinking as they were in the chill water. I could even make out the dark shadow of a small pubic patch above is junk. He caught me staring, and gave me a goofy grin, before swinging out to do a somersault into the lake. He swam over and whispered that I was a very naughty boy, then chuckled. Filling my mouth with water, I squirted it into his face, and then he dunked me. I hadn't seen him in a year, and he'd finally gotten his growth spurt. Like all boys in the Huber family, he was a late bloomer, and hadn't hit puberty until 15. But now he was a full 30 centimeters taller than me. As we joked and talked, we floated away from the riot of kids by the swing. Quietly, Dennis asked me, "Did Uncle Marty give you The Talk?" I must have gone pale, so Dennis quickly assured me, "Don't worry. I got it, too." "You mean...?" I asked "Jah. Me too." He grinned and pointed a thumb toward himself. "Bananenpeller." Suddenly, the slight flamboyance I'd always noticed about Dennis made sense. We talked about when we discovered we like boys, and he told me about his secret boyfriend, the captain of the school's water polo team. Though everyone in the Huber extended families was happy for Dennis, his boyfriend Rolf came from a strict Catholic family, and their romance was a closely guarded state secret. Soon, my aunt Annika swam out in just her panties to collect us for lunch. Vaguely, I registered that she was in pretty good shape, and if I were straight, I might have the same uncomfortable thoughts about her as I was having about Dennis. We dried off on shore. But it was too hot that day to pull my jeans back on. Just as the kids in bathing suits stayed in them all day, the rest of us just spent the day in our undies, swimming, eating and playing footie. It was one of those carefree days you wished could go on forever. Eventually, though, it was time to leave. The younger kids, including my brother, would all be spending the night at my grandmother's, while 4 of us older kids would be joining the adults for dinner at my Aunt Annika's. Dennis and I got along so well that I was happy to be spending the night at my Aunt's. My mom had brought me a little over-night bag, which I stuffed my jeans into. Then my cousins Fried and Carol, my sister, Dennis and I climbed into Uncle Karl's Westalia van, while Uncle Marty sat up front. Dennis and I shared a seat, our naked thighs pressed into one another. Discretely, we were each checking out the other's cotton-wrapped packages, and I thought I saw a stirring in the front of his tight briefs, before he pulled his t-shirt on and down to cover his loins. I started getting hard, and I pulled my t-shirt on as well, and we both giggled knowingly. I was not yet cursed with inconvenient boners all the time, but I'd have to keep my eyes up for the rest of the visit. Friends of my aunts and uncles came with teenage kids and the party grew. Lori was chatting up some high school boys. Like Frieda and Carol, Dennis and I never bother putting on anything else. It was too damned hot, and Hubers were practically nudists, anyway. The adults partied late into the night, laughing and drinking and putting out more food. Eventually, the girls went to bed, and Dennis pulled me away by the hand. "Let's get ready for bed," he whispered into my ear, his lips gently tracing against my earlobe. I giggled and followed him into the bathroom, where we traded places peeing and brushing our teeth. As soon as we got into Dennis room, he quickly shut the door, turned to me and bit his full lower lip, suppressing a grin as he stared deeply into my eyes. Then he walked over and pulled off my t-shirt, caressing my chest with the back of his fingers. As my t-shirt popped off, my 16-year-old cousin pressed his chest against mine, and I could feel his cotton-cloaked cock pressing against mine. I sighed into the neck of this beautiful older boy, and he kissed the side of my head, collecting me into his loving arms. As his fingers caressed my naked back, and ran my hands up inside his t-shirt, tracing his ribs and backbone gently. Our boners ground against one another, and I brought my hands down to clutch Dennis firm, teen buttocks through the sheer material of his small, tight briefs, pulling him into me. Dennis groaned and pulled back to kiss me full on the lips. Our tongues met to play and tussle, then gently nibbled on each other lips. Dennis formed a perfect "o" around my tongue and began to fellate it, while I felt one of his hand reach between us to to grasp my rigid 14-year-old boyhood with a thumb and two fingers. Gently, he slid up and back along the length of cotton-wrapped pole, and we kissed harder. Dennis broke away to pull off his t-shirt, and I admired his slender, German figure. Though taller than me, his armpits were still as bald as mine, which showed off the firm muscles running along the underside of his arms. A 15 centimeter tent pulsed diagonally under his Dennis' stretchy briefs, and I could see a tip of wetness just beneath the waistband. He smiled as I stared hungrily, and my own little boner tapped out it's own Morse code response against my undies. I wasted no time and knelt before Dennis, pressing my face against his loins, then rubbing my cheeks around and around my cousin's throbbing desire. We both moaned, and I ran my tongue up and down his turgid, pounding wand, soaking his underpants with saliva. Soon, I could make make out the shape of his uncut head, and gently nibble against his woven sheath. Slipping thumbs under both sides of Dennis tight briefs, I gently tugged them down to his ankles, releasing his achingly hard erection. Tight foreskin revealed the shape of his mushroom head, which was partially uncovered, and drooled a long stream of clear pre-cum. Like most boys in my family, his cock was slender. It throbbed from a very thin patch of soft, light brown pubes, pulling against his tight, nearly hairless sack with every heartbeat. Dennis groaned as I licked around his crown, savoring the sweet, salty flavor of his lust. While gently holding his firm scrotum in the palm of one hand, I fluted my fingers along the length of his diamond hardness, licking the sweet saltiness from his crown. He groaned as my tongue slowly slipped between his foreskin and his head, and I nurtured more boy sap as my I licked around and around, stroking and squeezing and milking Dennis until his knees buckled. He pulled me to my knees, and wasted no time pulling down my tight little underpants. He got to his knees to admire my circumcised head, slowly stroking my bald little boyhood from root to tip with a thumb and forefinger. Then we wrapped his lips around my smooth, pre-pubescent sack, so tight against my little dick it was barely separate. I moaned as he ran his tongue around my needy nuts, and sucked them first gently, then harder, all the while stroking my length. I almost came, and he knew it. Our desire was fevered as he got up, pulled the covers back from his narrow, single bed. I wanted his teenage hardness in my ass, and told him. "Have you ever done that before?" he asked. I told him that I'd only managed it a couple of times, with younger, smaller boys. He smiled. "I love getting fucked. But it takes work, and you may not like it from a bigger boy," he said. But he had an idea, and pulled a wooden box out from under his bed. Opening it, I saw some magazines, and something that looked like a small, smooth rubber cone. He explained it was a dildo, and what we could do with it. I grinned and quickly agreed. Dennis stacked two pillows, and had me kneel on all fours, with the pillows supporting my stomach and crotch. Then he gently pressed my shoulders to the mattress, and I tuned my head to watch, as he opened a bottle of liquid. It was lube, he explained, and slathered it up and down my naked crack. I huffed and groaned from the wonderful sensation of his fingers massaging the length of my love canal. Then I gasped as a finger entered me. I pressed my skinny buttocks back against his fingers, and i felt Dennis lightly kissing my bottom while he slowly fingered me. When he hit my love button, I jerked and sighed, and he giggled. Then, he slowly slid in a second finger, and eventually a third. It felt so good, and I could help humping against the soft pillows supporting my pelvis. When his fingers left me, I was disappointed. But the I felt the firmness of his dildo pressing gently, slowly, deliberately. It started to hurt, and when I stifled a cry, Dennis stopped piercing me, and let me relax for a few moments, before pressing on. It took a while, but eventually, he had the intruder buried in my bottom. Then he ran his fingers up and down my bare back, kissing my neck, while I squeezed and clenched around the fullness in my ass. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Dennis turned something on, and the toy began to vibrate. I gasped with joy as waves of pleasure pressed into my prostate, my scrotum, my dick and everywhere. I had to clench my teeth to stop screaming with joy, as Dennis slowly pulled the dildo back, and pushed it forward, fucking me with quaking waves that sped out through my belly with every thrust. I pressed back in time with every stab, and barely registered Dennis kissing up and down my back. My whole being collapsed in on the pleasure grinding into my tight boy hole, and Dennis had only been violating me for a minute before I felt my looming explosion. Dennis' fingers slide between the pillows and my penis, and barely wrapped around my painful, hairless hardness when the love missile in my little boy bottom made me detonate like a nuclear explosion. I stifled a scream in my belly, as a roaring heat swept from my ass though my dick, and out, across my skinny, 14-year-old body. I shuddered into the pillows, and darkness reached out to pull me into the void. I found out it was a good 10 minutes before I woke up, with Dennis spooned around me, the vibrator gone, and the pillows under our heads. As I felt his hardness resting in the left of my ass. he was stroking my arm, and kissing my neck. It turns out that he also had the same tendency to pass out with orgasms, if he held his breath. "That was incredible," I sighed. "Danke." I reached back to pull Dennis' cock from between my buns, and gently stroked him. Then it was my turn for ideas. His dick was not as wide as the vibrator, and I asked my cousin if he would like to fuck me. Turns out he normally liked to take it up the ass, but he said he really liked my little bottom. We got up, arranged the pillows, and I resumed the position. My hole felt sore, but my cock hardened fiercely as I felt Dennis once again lubricated my little muscle ring, gently rubbing round and round the little cavern opening. Pulling my knees a little further apart, he lined his teenage love hammer against my back door. Slowly he pressed in, but it didn't hurt as much as the dildo. Within minutes, his pubes rested against my little globes. I felt full, once again - but this time with loving boy flesh inflating in my ass. Slowly, gently, Dennis thrust in and out. Every time his head hit my prostate, I muffled a groan, and my dick pounded against the pillow platform. He'd speed up and slow down, teasing himself and me, while trying to hold off his mounting orgasm. Then he readjusted my right thigh, pulling my leg slightly up so he could go deeper still, and I gasped and shuddered. Maddeningly, he stopped for a moment and pulled out, and I asked what was wrong. He chuckled and told me to wait a moment. Then I heard the vibrator's motor, and felt the tip tracing up and down my inner thigh. Gently, he applied it to my straining little nuts and it was almost too much. Dennis saw me shuddering and stopped teasing my little balls. I heard him open the bottle of lube again, and then moments later, heard him grunt. When his cock slowly slid into me, I understood, as I felt the vague tremors of his dildo vibrating from his ass, up through his cock, and into me. It wasn't very strong, but I loved the concept. And obviously he loved being penetrated while penetrating me, because his grinding quickly grew fast. He was no longer gentle, as he pounded my little ass harder and harder. His small room filled with echoes of flesh slapping against flesh, and hushed moans and hard breathing. Sweat rolled off both of us as Dennis pounded my little bottom. I felt my explosion mounting again, and I couldn't hold back. I strangled a cry as my bowels clenched around the teenage dick impaling me. Dennis' dick felt like was a part of me and my cock as the fire billowed from my loins, and I barely heard him cry out, as I fell into night. =========================================== Over the next few days, Dennis and I snuck off a few times for some hot sex, including once with his boyfriend. I'm still very close with my cousin, though we haven't done anything together since I was in college. But he taught me a lot, and helped me realize that while I love a hard cock filling my boy hole, I preferred pounding firm boy buns even more. In a few days, though, we left Munich for Hamburg, to see my Grandfather. Then it was back home to San Diego. It was while unpacking my duffel bag I found a surprise hidden in my laundry by Dennis: his dildo and a bottle of lube! Thankfully, customs had waived us through without checking our bags, or I would have had some humiliating explaining to do.