Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2019 01:39:27 +0000
From: hyifmz+bkv8hvac0hj84@guerrillamail.com
Subject: Robin's Adventures - Part 31 | A New Beginning | <G><YF>

It took almost two days to get over the jet lag when we got back home to
our San Diego beach town from Germany. I was pretty bleary-eyed that
Saturday morning, as I ate cereal by myself in my just my underpants. It
was a hot August morning, and I didn't know it then, but this was the
beginning of late 70's California droughts.

With deliberate casualness, my mom sat down next to me, ran her hands
through my very long, blond hair. It was now falling to my shoulder blades,
and she suggested it was time for a trim. I nodded, and she smiled and said
she'd make an appointment.

Then she became serious and slid a letter to me. I could tell from the
handwritten address it was from my boyfriend Jason. Almost a year before,
he'd introduced me to the joys of being with another boy, and we'd spent
much of 8th grade exploring each other's slender young bodies. My family
was happy with our relationship, and so was Jason's mom, but everyone kept
it a secret from his dad, who was a raging homophobe. When he caught Jason
in the act with our classmate Zach, he beat him so badly Jason had to be
hospitalized. For the rest of the school year and into the summer, Jason,
his brother and mom had moved to her family's home in Wisconsin.

My hands shook as I opened the envelope. I'd only gotten a couple of
letters from him at camp, and they became shorter, and were mostly accounts
of how his tennis tournaments were going. Frankly, they'd become kind of
boring, and I'd also been really caught up in a summer fling with an
Italian camp mate, for which I felt really guilty. I mean, we'd never sworn
monogamy, and we'd included Zach and others in our sexual frenzies. But
still, I felt I'd been cheating on him, and really, it'd been a long time
since I jerked off to daydreams of pulling down his tight, white Fruit of
the Looms and squeezing his firm, tennis toned ass.

I guess I shouldn't have felt guilty because the letter I got was like a
kick in the gut. I read and re-read the words, and they just didn't make
sense. It was the first time I'd ever been in love, and the first time I'd
ever been dumped.

Through tears streaming down my cheeks, I learned his mom, brother and he
were staying permanently in Wisconsin. And because of that, he didn't see a
future in our relationship. It was the usual "it's not you, it's me,"
bullshit, and somewhere toward the end, almost as an afterthought, he
mentioned he'd met another boy on the tennis courts.

I was sobbing as my mom squeezed me into her chest, kissing my forehead,
and telling me it would all feel better soon. Of course I didn't believe
her, and spent most of the day crying in my room. I blamed myself, thinking
Jason must have learned about my infidelity. As I found out later from my
parents, Jason's mom, Dr. Bisset had called my parents almost a month
earlier, alerting them to Jason's decision. They hadn't wanted to wreck my
summer in Europe and waited until I got home to give me his letter. As they
also said, they couldn't believe a first love had gone on for more than a
couple of months.

Everyone was very sensitive toward my feelings over the next couple of
days. Chris slept with me every night, spooning his 10-year-old body around
me. His plastic pants crinkled as he pressed against my bottom, and his
fingers lovingly brushed my chest until I fell asleep. The second night, I
woke up on my back with Chris' fingers gently fondling my hardness, as it
stretched the sheer material of my tight little bikini briefs. Slowly, they
fluted round my throbbing head, as it angrily pounded against its cotton
restraint. Then he lightly rubbed up and down my boner with his palm, as
his finger tips delicately massaged my tight balls in their woven pouch.

At the same Chris' own erection pressed against my hip through the thick
cotton of his bed-wetting pants. He'd already removed the noisy plastic
covers he wore on top, and was grinding his thick, soft padding in time
with his stroking hand. I quietly sighed. "That feels so good, Chris."

My little brother giggled and whispered innocently, "Did I wake you up? I'm
so sorry."

"You're very naughty. I should spank you."

"Maybe you should," he whispered with an evil tone, and we both laughed.

Then I pulled him on top of me. I gently swatted his thickly-padded
bottom. "There. That'll teach you."

"I don't think I learned my lesson." I could hear his grin before he
lightly pecked my cheek two or three times. His little boy bone pressed
into my tummy, as I squeezed his skinny little butt cheeks through their
soft, pillowy white holsters. Our smiles met and we gently kissed. He'd
been a good learner, and took his time tenderly moistening my lips with
his, before our tongues met to tap and twist.

As our kissing became more passionate, Chris ground his young throbbing
dick harder into my belly, and my own cock screamed for attention. I ran my
hands through his long blond hair, and felt his knee gently caressing up
and down my thigh.

Chris moved down, so that our boners met. Hardness raged against hardness,
through layers of fluffy soft cotton. First slowly, then more urgently, we
thrust our groins together. My little brother got onto his elbows on either
side of my skinny ribs, so he could grind more forcefully. I pressed my
14-year-old hardness into his 10-year-old joy stick, humping up with his
every downstroke. Faster and faster the friction built, as I rubbed my
hands up and down Chris' back. He kissed my hard little nipples, then
gently bit one and I stifled a cry. He started sucking my poor little boy
breast as he ground even harder.

My hairless, adolescent dick dug in futility against my tight little
briefs, rubbing harder and harder. The heat in my meat boiled my straining
little nuts, and they pulled hard against my body. I heard Chris' muffled
cry around my nipple as his body shuddered once, twice and a third
time. His little boygasm sent me over the edge and felt the fire erupt from
behind and within my balls, and a tiny something vomited from my raging
prong as I thrust up against my brother. I choked off a shriek as I pounded
again, and again, and then fell into void.

Hours later, the half-light of approaching dawn filled my room, and I felt
moisture against ass. Chris was again curled around me, and I reached back
to confirm by touch that he'd had accident. He was so exhausted he'd never
bothered pulling his plastic pants back on, and his training pants were
soaked, as were the back of my sheer little briefs.

Quietly, I changed, then stole into his room to get a fresh pair of
bedwetting pants, and then into the bathroom for a towel and warmly wet
washcloth. Lowering the bedding, I gently lay my brother back onto the
towel, then lowered his sopping wet training briefs down. It'd been months
since he'd had an accident, and I knew he'd be upset when he found
out. Thankfully he didn't wake up as I cleaned him up, rubbed in some rash
cream, and pulled him into fresh, thick cotton. The moisturizer had
engorged his dick, and so I used a little more around the head and under
the sheath of his uncircumcised dick. Slowly, I stroked his little cock,
and he murmured in his sleep. Looking like a little angel, with his long,
straight hair flowing over his slender shoulders, his breathing grew longer
as I masturbated him a little faster. Within a minute or two, his tiny
penis barked silently against my thumb and forefinger, and Chris sighed in
his sleep. As I slipped his underpants all the way up, I was glad I brought
him good dreams, then drifted off to my own.

====================

The surf sucked that first week home, and I didn't bother hitting the
beach. Instead, I started back up with my swim league and ballet classes,
which were longer during vacation. But because I'd been gone most of the
summer, I couldn't participate in the next swim meet, nor my dance school's
summer recital. But I really submerged myself in the work, and got home
very day really sore.

At the swim center, my team mate Mark Kessler was really happy to see me,
and as we hugged, I could feel his dick slightly swell against his black
team speedos. Mine quickly joined the party. He was a really pretty boy,
almost girlish and very graceful. His straight black hair fell to almost to
his collar, and he was about my height, so he could stare into my eyes as
we giggled. Biting his lip, Mark quickly suggested we rinse off before
hitting the pool for practice, and it was cold water for both of us. We
didn't get a chance to hang out for a couple days because he was intensely
practicing for the big meet, and then had his own ballet lessons, and
sometimes Judo afterwards. No wonder he looked so lean and muscular. As he
stopped by my locker on his way rushing out that first day, the sexy little
soon-to-be 8th grader winked at me, and whispered, "sexy undies," then
hurried on.

My 17-year-old sister Lori joined me at the meet that weekend to cheer on
Mark. This time, we sat with his dad, who was a super nice guy. It turned
out that the woman with him wasn't Mark's mom, but Mr. Kessler's
girlfriend, Francine. He also insisted I call him by his first name, Paul,
which took some effort. They'd also brought Mark's little sister, who went
to my brother's elementary school.

Mark performed a routine of six dives, and scored really well, but came in
third for our age group. "Paul" was obviously proud of his son, and as we
laughed and chatted, Lori suggested Mark come to our place for a
sleepover. 

With a beach towel wrapped around his
shoulders, Mark was bouncing as he eagerly asked, "Can I, please dad?"

"Well, sure, if it's OK with Robin's parents." Though Lori assured him it
would be OK, Paul asked me to call my folks first. I found a payphone while
Mark showered and changed. My dad was obviously happy to have me out of my
funk, and said it be fine for Mark to stay any time. We met back with Lori
and Mark's family, and Paul said he'd drop Mark off later that night. They
lived in the north end of town, but it wasn't that far a bike ride. Still,
he insisted.

As we drove home, I turned to Lori and thanked her.

"It's what big sister's are for." She grinned and dropped me off, then
headed out to join Jeremy, her boyfriend, at the beach.

I didn't at first realize why I was so stoked that Mark was staying that
night. I mean, I knew we were attracted to each other, but I didn't know
how much so. It was obvious to everyone else in my family who'd met Mark,
but mercifully, they played ignorant as I practically floated through the
front door.

A few hours later, Paul came by with Mark. As I suspected, driving his son
over gave Mark's dad a chance to size up my family, to make sure the boy
was in good hands. And after sharing coffee with my parents, and meeting
Chris (who was earlier warned to put on some clothes), Paul left
satisfied. There was more than a small reason for his concern, but I'll get
to that later.

I suggested we cool off in the pool. So after parking Mark's bag in my
room, we quickly changed into board shorts. I loved checking out Mark's
willowy, yet muscular body, but tried not to stare at the well-defined "v"
framing his hairless, thirteen-year-old genitals. About 3 inches flaccid,
he was a little longer than me, and his balls seems a bit bigger in their
pink sack. I caught him checking out my bald junk, briefly smiling at my
2.5 inches hanging over my smooth little boy bag.

Our dicks started to swell, and we giggled and quickly finished getting
dressed. Because I knew he was curious, I just brought the obvious subject
up on my own.

"You're probably wondering why a 14-year-old looks more like he's 11 or
12." He quickly denied it, but I knew he was lying.

"All the boys in my mom's family are late bloomers. Really late
bloomers. But I'll catch up in a year or two."

He shrugged, "It's cool. I'm not really looking forward to getting pubes,
myself."

Then we grabbed towels and headed out to the pool. Chris was already there,
with his close friend Pablo, who was also spending the night. Of course,
they were both naked as they splashed about. I rolled my eyes, and he
laughed. "Pablo hates bathing suits."

"What?" said the other boy. He was a really sexy, darkly-complected boy,
with dark, longish hair. "You're the nudist. You always say `no bathing
suits in the pool!'"

Chris laughed and shrugged. To his credit, Mark didn't act surprised, until
I told him my family usually doesn't bother with bathing suits. "You mean,
we could be skinny dipping, too?"

"Yeah, if you want..." I said glancing down at the bump starting to swell
the front of his board shorts.

"Maybe later," he agreed, and we both laughed, and jumped in.

We splashed around, and ended up playing Marco Polo with the other
boys. Towards the end, the person playing "it" would getting squeezed in
the junk by the other players. By the time my mom gave us the 15 minute
warning for dinner, we were all sporting desperate erections.

Wrapping towels around ourselves to hide our excitement, we all ran
upstairs and got changed for a great dinner with lots of laughs. My family
really took to Mark, and later I thanked Lori again, before Jeremy picked
her up for beach kegger.

Because Chris had a tendency to fall asleep staying up with the bigger
kids, he and Pablo went upstairs to get ready for bed before joining us for
board games and TV in the den. I could smell the toothpaste on their breath
as they rejoined us, and Mark didn't seem to notice or care that as they
hung out in t-shirts and underwear, Chris' were diaper-thick. He just kept
glancing at me, smiling, and I couldn't help smiling back.

Eventually, my folks went to bed, and Chris and Pablo headed upstairs. It
was just Mark and me, watching Creature Features. Or not really watching
but sitting nervously together, making small talk. Mark started beating
around the bush

"Um, Robin. I really like you."

"I really like you, Mark."

"Well, I don't want to wreck anything, and I hope I won't if I tell you
that you're really cute and I like hanging with you, and um -`

I pressed a finger against his lips. "Shhh. The only thing you're going to
wreck is the mood." And then I leaned in to replace my finger with my
lips. Mark's liquid eyes grew wide, then he smiled against my tender
kiss. We drew our lips along each other's, pecking and pressing. He wasn't
new to snogging, and took his time gently nibbling my lips as our mouths
slowly opened. Then our tongues met, as our hands caressed each other's
backs, our sides and our chests.

Mark traced his fingers around the outlines of my nipples, as they hardened
against my t-shirt, and I moaned into his mouth. He pulled back and
whispered, "what if your parents come downstairs?"

"They won't," I quietly answered and smiled. "But they know I like boys,
and I'm pretty sure they know you do, too."

"Are they OK that you're...um?"

"A ho-mo-sex-u-al" I said, overemphasizing each syllable sarcastically?"
and we both chuckled.

"Yeah, do they care?"

"They're fine with it. They just want me to be happy."

"My dad, too," he said. We smiled into each other's eyes, and I suggested
we head up to my room. Leading him by the hand upstairs, we both peed and
brushed our teeth in record time.

Closing the door to my room, I turned off the lights. We could still see
each other in the moonlight pouring through the windows. And we were both
nervous, knowing what we wanted and not knowing how to start. I began to
pull off my t-shirt, but Mark stopped me.

"Let me," he said, and stepped over to undress me. When he got to my
shorts, he took his time, lips tracing across my cheek, while unfastening
the top button, then slowly - ever so slowly - unzipping my fly. His
knuckle lightly pressed against my cloth-bound hardness as it strained up
toward my waist. And as my shorts dropped to my ankles leaving me in just
my tight, thin little bikini briefs, his mouth met mine and his hands
caressed the sides of my face.

We kissed tenderly and then he broke away to say, "You're the sexiest boy
I've ever known."

I laughed, but he was serious. "I really fell for you the first day I saw
you."

"Me too," I replied, awkwardly. "But I had a boyfriend...and..."

A pause. "Uh, are you still with him?"

Mark seemed to pull away, and I quickly wrapped my arms around him. Hugging
him tightly, I whispered into his long, black hair, "He's long
gone. Another state, and we're done."

Mark relaxed, and then hugged me back. "Sorry if this sounds bad, but I'm
glad."


"Me too," I said bright But then I stopped to think about something I
hadn't considered. "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend."

He suddenly turned serious and looked down at the floor. "Well, there is a
guy I've been kind of interviewing for the position."

My heart dropped. "Shit. Is it serious?"

"Yeah, i'm afraid so," he sighed, and i was truly crestfallen. My boner
fled with my hopes of new love.

"Where does he live?"

Mark looked up, then smiled. Quickly grabbing the waistband of my briefs,
he snapped them.

"Right in here!" And he started giggling hysterically while I snapped his
underwear back.

"You little jerk. Stand still." I lifted up his shirt. "My turn."

I took my time undoing Mark's well-worn Levi's, kissing his shoulders and
jaw and nipples, as I traced my forefinger up and down the length of
hardness pressing out against his trousers. He shivered, and I told him he
was being punished for fooling me.

Very slowly unzipping his Levis, I gradually exposed a triangle of
underpants to the moonlight, while gently kissing and nibbling his
earlobe. As trouser opening fell just below the front hemline of his
briefs, I resumed tracing my finger along Mark's turgid boyhood, now a 5
glorious inches of pulsating cock. Then I reached in to cup his
cotton-cloaked balls, while kissing him some more. He moaned into my mouth
as I gently squeezed his rich fullness, and I felt his fingers gently clasp
my boner, as it raked against the tight thin barrier of my bikini briefs.

Pulling back for a moment, Mark was breathing heavily, and he whispered in
a very low voice, "Your undies are so sexy. I can feel every bit of
you. They're like panties."

"Panties?" I practically laughed. Have you been boning a girl this
summer. And he laughed.

"No, dude. I help Francine with the laundry, and I've folded a lot her bras
and panties." He paused, and added, "I think they'd feel nice to wear."

"We'll have to find out," I said.

Mark's Levis fell to his knees, and he awkwardly tried kicking them off
until I gently pushed him onto my queen sized bed. "Let me," I said,
pulling off one trouser leg, then the other. I stopped to admire my moonlit
friend. His lean, suntanned body contrasted with the snowy-whiteness of his
briefs. His hardness pressed up and out against the soft cotton fabric. I
could almost see the outline of his swollen head, as it throbbed with
eager, boyish hunger.

"Your undies are sexy, too," admiring how they framed his sinewy hips, and
the red-dotted waistband stretched like a mysterious border across his taut
pelvis, hinting at the hidden wonders within.

Mark smiled. "Yeah, sure, man. Whatever. Just come here."

And I did, lying down next to my beautiful, girlishly pretty friend. I
leaned in to kiss his pert little nose, wishing I could taste its dusting
of freckles. And soon we were passionately kissing again, our hands roaming
around each other's torso, caressing each other's hips and butt cheeks. I
loved his firm, round globes, and kneaded them in their soft, cotton
casing. At the same time, he squeezed my skinny little buttocks, and we
both moaned with desire.

Mark rolled on top of me, and our nipples pressed together as our tongues
met to wrestle. I felt his finger slip under the waistband of my briefs, as
his hard dick pressed against mine. His was thicker than mine, and at least
two inches longer, and I wanted it in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass, in
my soul.

As we ground against each other, I traced my finger tips along the very
bottom of his behind, then in to the moist heat between his slender
thighs. As I delicately rubbed the very back of his balls and his taint, he
purred and humped me harder.

I didn't want to cum yet, so i gently tolled him over. Then I got up on my
knees to reach down and clasp Mark's rigid boyhood near the base with a
thumb and two fingers through his briefs. Slowly I slid my fingers up and
down along his cotton-clad length, teasing him and making him squirm. With
my other hand, I cupped his ripe balls, tender and steaming in their softly
woven basket. Lowering myself down, I followed my fingers with my mouth,
gently kissing and lip nibbling his dick, then using my tongue to moisten
his briefs even more. Mark was breathing really hard, and he was clutching
the duvet with a white-knuckled grip while I teased him mercilessly.

My own erection couldn't have been harder if it had been made of granite,
and it strained against my tight briefs craving any friction my undies
could muster.

I kissed and licked and rubbed Mark until he begged me to touch him for
real. Then I pulled down his waistband with my teeth. When his undies were
past his smooth, hairless nuts, I tucked the waistband under, and tickled
his scrotum with the tip of my tongue. Slowly I traced every delicious inch
of his tender nuggets, then kissed the base of his cock. Mark's penis
pulsed with every heartbeat, rigid as steel and helpless as an infant. I
kissed my way up to his circumcised head, then kissed around and around his
sensitive helmet. Quietly squealing, Mark called my name over and over,
writhing with pleasure.

His 13-year-old prong was damp with a small ooze of pre-cum, and I readily
swallowed the slightly salty trace as my mouth filled with his dick head. I
could barely get 3 inches into my mouth before his head met my throat. Then
I pulled back while sucking hard, making Mark gasp. Soon, I was bobbing up
and back, masturbating my friend with my wet, hungry mouth. When I felt his
balls contract in my hand, I pulled off, just in the nick of time. After
waiting a minute, I alternated sucking with licking round and around his
head, then stroking him with my fingers and tongue. I felt his balls
contract once more and I stopped touching him entirely, sitting back on my
heels to admire the desperation wracking the 13-year-old. By then, he was
begging me to let him cum.

"Please, Robin. Please!"

And so I grasped Mark firmly by the base, and sealed my lips under his
helmet's ridge, and sucked him hard, working my tongue under his
head. Stroking him with my fingers and lips, I milked his climax quickly. I
felt his nuts contract one final time, and his dick spasmed in my stroking
fingers, as a thin jet of boy juice pulsed into the back of my mouth. Mark
groaned as I swallowed his meager little load. Two more jets followed, then
just a few dry pulses. I let let him soften in my mouth, still gently
clutching his pubescent purse.

His breathing slowly returned to normal. "That was so fucking good," Mark
finally whispered, opening his eyes to smile at me.

I pulled his undies back in place. Then I moved up to lie by his side,
combing his long hair behind his ears, and tenderly kissing his jaw and
cheeks.

"You're so hot," I whispered. "I could suck your dick all night long."

"If you did, I would die," he whispered back. "But I'd die happy."

Then he kissed me on the lips, running his fingers up and down my
ribs. Soon, his finger tips lightly fluted across the front of my briefs,
tickling my hardness, with the barest touch. I moaned, and tried to thrust
into his hand, but it was his turn to torture me, and he wouldn't do more
than tickle my angry young cock. He chuckled, "What's good for the
goose..."

Then he kissed his way down to my nipples. While his fore finger kept
tracing from my nuts to my glans, Mark took first one and then the other
nipple into his mouth to gently nibble and suck. For long minutes he
tortured my tits and groin, until I was squirming uncontrollably.

Then Mark kissed downward, around my navel. Licking and kissing down from
my tummy, he finally reached the horribly tight undies gripping me like a
straight jacket. Delicately kissing my helmet as it plowed into my briefs,
Mark spent long moments making me shudder. Then, using just a couple of
fingertips, he lightly clutched my tightening nuts and they strained at the
base of my desperate 4 inches.

"Seems you have a slight swelling that requires some attention," he
whispered.

It was my turn to beg, and thankfully, Mark didn't spend any more time
torturing me. He lightly rubbed the heel of his hand up and back along my
hardness, then peeled my briefs down below my balls. Mark admired my
condition, smiling down at my hairless helplessness, then kissed the very
tip of my dick. I could feel my balls straining. My orgasm was looming too
soon. I couldn't stop it. Mark clasped me with his index finger and thumb,
then wrapped his mouth around my tip, licking the underside like a
lollipop, before locking his lips around my cock. The wet heat enveloping
me pushed me over, even before he started sucking.

My hips thrust involuntarily upward, and my dick slid fully into Mark's
mouth. The hot, itchy fire blew out from behind my nuts, and through my
hardness. And I felt my little penis raging as it spat out all it could,
which was barely a dribble. My balls screamed silently, and I choked off a
murderous scream, holding my breath from within my belly. White light burst
across my eyes, and i fell into darkness.

======================

A rapping sound, and a muffled question. "Boys, are you up?" called my dad
from behind my door.

I barely groaned out. "Yeah, now we are," before he let us know breakfast
would be ready in 20 minutes.

Without opening my eyes, I relished the warmth of skin against skin. Mark
was wrapped around me, our hair curtained around our shoulders. He was
murmuring something into my shoulder blades, and I could feel morning wood
pressing up into my cotton-cloaked crevice. My own erection signaled my
need to pee, as well. But I didn't get up before reaching back to caress
Mark's firm ass through his soft briefs.

I helped him up out of bed, and kissed his sleepy face on the cheek. "Good
morning."

He hugged me, and our boners smashed together.

"I think my boyfriend's boner likes me," he said, and we giggled.

"Boyfriend? So I passed the interview?"

"Yes, the position is definitely filled."  Then we kissed tenderly, before
starting the first day in a long life together.