Date: Mon, 23 Sep 2019 18:55:32 +0000 From: i0sfth+fkjzakq2boofk@guerrillamail.com Subject: Robin's Adventures | Part 33 | Robin's Adventures | Part 33 | "Labor Day Love" | By K. Gespenst. School was starting in 3 days, and I was both excited about my new school, and bummed about the end of vacation. I was going into 9th grade, and my folks were sending me to a local Episcopalian school in our San Diego beach town: St. Joseph's Academy. I'd been bored and unchallenged with public school, which had threatened to make me skip a grade. That would have been a nightmare for a slow-growing late-bloomer, who looked 11 or 12 at age 14. Fortunately, St. Joe's wasn't expensive, and better yet: my new boyfriend Mark, whom I'd met on swim team, had been attending since 2nd grade. He was a year younger, and going into 8th grade, so we wouldn't share classes. But at least I'd see him at lunch, and maybe study hall. We were on the same swim team, and spent every weekend at each other's homes. So we also agreed to at least keep going to different ballet schools for some kind of distance. Until then, we had Labor Day weekend ahead, for most of which Mark would be staying at my place. My family really liked my lithe, yet muscular boyfriend, who was such a departure from my first, Jason. While Jason was a gorgeous, popular hunk of tennis stud, he'd been deeply closeted, terrified that anyone would learn his "secret." But Mark - graceful and in some ways slightly effeminate, and girlishly pretty - was naturally unselfconscious about his sexuality. Don't get me wrong. He wasn't "flouncy," and didn't advertise that he was gay. In the 70s, even in California, that could get you hospitalized. Still, if we stood together, I'd soon find his fingers entwining mine, or his hand slipping round my skinny waist to rest on my slender hip. And I couldn't keep my eyes from his willowy form. Coming to my height with long black hair flowing to his collar, he had freckles dusted his pert, upturned nose, and he a beautiful, effortless smile. Also, unlike Jason, Mark surfed, so we were on dawn patrol every day together. Mark was a theater nerd, and wanted to be a film maker. Helping him dip his toes into show-biz, I helped him shoot a Super 8 science fiction version of the ballet version of Romeo and Juliet, for which he and I played all the parts. My 17-year-old sister Lori loaned him costumes, and did his make up to be the female lead for a ridiculous film we rarely showed anyone. But Mark wanted to make more, and I was into it. So Lori and her boyfriend Jeremy drove us up on Friday to Oceanside to hit the thrift shops for costumes and props. There were a dozen or so, all reeking of cigarette smoke and mildew, but filled with cheap clothes and tchotchkes that would cost a fortune on eBay today. At each one, Lori and Mark would practically sprinted through the clothing sections, to browse through zebra-print pencil skirts and vintage jackets, while Jeremy and I would tool around the junk sections. After dinner that night, Lori and Jeremy took Mark and me to a beach kegger in Encinitas. It was unusual for younger kids to hang out at a high school party, so we played it as cool as possible. But Lori and Jeremy were popular, and the big kids poured us a beer like anyone else. Someone ran electricity to play music on a portable sound system, which was rare before the introduction of boom-boxes.The music was shit - Boston, Clapton, etc. - but people were having a great time. Mark pulled me away from the bonfire, and we walked down the beach hand-in-hand. Coastal fog was rolling in, but the moonlight burned through, refracting through Mark's pools of iridescent, almost purple eyes, and the bonfire threw an orange glow to one side of his face. I took his other hand in mine, and pulled him to me. We hugged, long and hard. "Thanks," he whispered into my ear, then kissed my neck. "For what?" I kissed his cheek. "For being my best friend." I squeezed him hard. "Thank you for being mine." We pulled back long enough to kiss on the lips. "Wanna go swimming?" I asked, hopefully. Mark grinned and nodded, flopping his long black hair around. "Yes!" We pulled off the colorful woven Mexican hoodies kids wore back then. I had a t-shirt on underneath, while Mark was bare-chested. Soon, our trousers and underwear joined the heap of clothes, and we ran into the water. Down the beach, we could see a few other people in the water, but they were probably wearing bathing suits. Nude bathing was only legal at one beach in the county, and skinny dippers usually didn't go in the water when any people were nearby. We both were feeling daring and naughty as we ran into the low surf. The water was warmer than the chilly night air, and would be for a couple more weeks. We splashed and body surfed the small waves, then floated around. Eventually, we started to get chilly, and as we stood in the chest high water, we hugged each other again for warmth as much as love. I ran my hand up and down Mark's slender, firm body, from his perfect round globes, up to his shoulder blades and back. I love the rubbery feeling of slippery wet boy skin, and as our lips met to delicately kiss, our boy poles filled, despite the cold. I felt Mark's finger tips sliding up and down my crevice. We were so at ease with one another, we fit like interlocking parts. As our bald genitals pressed against each other, we quietly moaned our desire. I would have milked him dry then and there, but Mark was shivering and we both got goose bumps. "We should get out," I said. Mark whined a fake complaint, but agreed. When we got to our clothes, we used my t-shirt as a towel, but were still pretty damp after we got dressed. Our boners had gone away, as the chill shriveled our little boy pricks, and we walked blissfully back to the party with arms draped over each other shoulders. Another difference between Mark and Jason: my surfer boyfriend was truly affectionate toward others, never shying from showing it to me or anyone else. And he rarely tried to cop surreptitious feels. Jason had always been grabbing my ass when no one was looking, but terrified anyone would see anything genuine between us. We were giggling about something or other when we found Lori and Jeremy sitting by the fire, and we joined them. Looking at our wet hair, and the soaked t-shirt I carried, Lori knew we went swimming, and suspected more. "How was the water?" she smirked. "Warm, for a while," Mark said. "But we got pretty cold." "Did you keep each other warm?" she quietly teased us. "Not warm enough," I said, as Mark and I leaned into each other and giggled. Just then, a local goon must have over heard us. Gary, a dirtbag in his early 20s strode over. "You little rats faggots?" he glared down at us, using the contemptuous term for little surfers. "We don't need fuckin' fags here." I felt the blood drain out of me, and Mark stiffened. How do you respond to a grown man threatening you? But Lori and Jeremy quickly stood up and faced him down. "Just who the fuck are you?" Lori said, shoving him in the chest. She knew exactly who he was. Gary was a local at The Point. He'd never gotten in to college, and was one of those young adults who thinks it's OK to be hanging out with high school kids. Like most bullies, he was totally off-guard by a girl getting in his face, and responding physically. He was flustered and sputtered "Fuck you, bitch!" But looking at Jeremy, who was more than physically his match, he blustered a "Get the fuck out of here, before we mess you up," for the people who were turning to look, then wandered off. I don't know who "we" were, but I'm glad he didn't get physical, anyway. I don't think Jeremy or my sister had thrown a punch in their lives. But it was a good idea to leave before things turned uglier, and Lori drove us back home. We were all a little shaken up after our first encounter with a raging homophobe. But Jeremy changed the mood, asking Mark about his next idea for a movie, which was a detective story. And my boyfriend got really animated revealing the details, and we were all laughing and tossing out ideas by the time we got home. My folks were out back with some friends, and Lori and Jeremy joined joined my little brother Chris in the den. The salt drying on our skins was getting itchy, so Mark and I quickly headed up to the bathroom to shower. While I turned on the water and set the temperature, Mark started taking off his clothes. By the time I turned around, he was down to his snowy white briefs. Contrasting against his darkly tanned tummy, that field of tight, white cotton was slowly stretching with a noticeably rising bump. Smiling, he bit his lower lip, looking deeply into my eyes, then stepped over to lift my hoodie over my head. I dropped my arms to my sides, and caressed the top of his slender hip, where the double red line of his waistband hinted at the treasures within those snug undies. We didn't speak, but giggled, as Mark undid my Levis and let them drop to the floor. My 14-year-old boyhood was stretching up against the skimpy weave of my little German briefs. "You're so sexy in your undies," Mark whispered, as his palm gently stroked down my length. Then his fingers lightly cupped my straining little ball pouch, to gently squeeze me until I moaned. Then I leaned into lightly kiss him on the lips, while squeezing his firm, cotton-cloaked mounds. Mark's hand left my boyhood, so he could clasp my bottom as well, and out rigid members surged gleefully together. We kiss harder, and our dicks throbbed with painful desire. "Let's get in the shower," I said. Mark nodded. But then, before I could peel off my underpants, he pulled me in under the water. We let the stream pour down our slippery wet flesh, as we kissed again. I pulled up a bar of soap, and lathered Mark's back, as he caressed mine. Our penises throbbed together through soaked, stretching cotton, and I felt Mark's forefinger tracing the length of my crevice through the back of my briefs. Soon, we were grinding our hips together, and I literally dropped the soap, while I groaned with hunger. I pressed Mark against the side wall, and he spread his legs and wedged his feet against the opposite shower rim for support. I nibbled his earlobe and licked the inside of his ear canal, making him squeal, then he was tweaking both of my nipples, while kissing my neck. We started thrusting together again. Our wet dicks rubbed into each other through our tight sopping restraints. The friction was building, and we were starting to pant. I could tell Mark was getting close when he gently pushed me off him. 
"Not yet," he gasped, then guided me to his place against the shower wall. Kneeling between my spread legs, Mark kissed up and down my dick, as it quivered against it's taunting wet wall of thin white fabric. Then he locked his lips around my rigid crown, sucking me through my undies. With one hand, he delicately kneaded my straining little nuts in their punishingly tight wrapper. His other hand clasped my throbbing stalk with a thumb and index finger, stroking my rigid length. Through the sheer cloth barrier, I could feel every bit of his tongue ticking and stroking the underside of my glans, driving me crazy. Then his hands left my groin, as he reached for a bottle of shampoo. He squirted some inside the front of his soaking briefs, before reaching inside to lather the turgid wand that arose within his soft, white cotton. While stroking himself, he clutched me with his other hand, and resumed sucking me through my underpants. His hands were flying on both of us, and I moaned loudly at the sight of his wrist vigorously slapping his pubic mound, while bubbles poured up out of his briefs. "Don't stop. Please don't stop!" I quietly cried, as Mark's mouth and hands made my little scrotum clench into me. I felt the churning sensation of fire building, as the water poured down on our pubescent love making. The friction of Mark's hand on my quaking cock coupled with his desperately hungry mouth pulled the white fire from my little nuts, detonating out across my body. What tiny ejaculate I had to offer rocketed out the tip of my dick, and Mark sucked it through my cotton strainer. It was too much. I strangled a cry of sheer, animal passion in my gut, falling quickly into darkness. Thankfully, Mark knew what to expect as I lost consciousness, and the hands gripping his hair went slack. He told me later he stood to catch me. And some 5 minutes later, I woke up sitting on the shower floor, lean back into his chest. I could feel his hardness pressing into my back, and his soft hands caressed my torso. "That was amazing." I whispered. "But you didn't come?" "That's OK. I can take care of that in minute," he whispered back into my ear. Sitting up, I press my bottom against his hardness. "Let me help you with your shampoo," and we giggled as I moved in what would today be called a twerking motion. But it was awkward, and so I got on all fours. Mark got up to kneel behind me, stroking the thin cloth stretching across my ass. "That's so sexy," he purred, then clasped me by both hips, and pressed the front of his briefs into the back of mine. His hardness pressed in between my buns, and he started humping into me. His breath grew heavier, and his humping grew harder. Then he pulled down the back of my undies, to get his rigid boy pole between my buns. The sensation of his brief-wrapped penis rubbing between my butt cheeks was so sexy, I was soon hard again, and rotating my hips to meet his every thrust. I reached into the front of my briefs to stroke my, 3.5 inches, but Mark's shampoo-slicked hand replaced mine. With soap-slippery fingertips, he teased my cock head, making me groan. The he started stroking me from my hairless base to my angry helmet. I humped into his hand and back into his dick, faster and faster. We were gasping hard when I heard Mark groan, and could feel his penis lurch within his briefs. He slammed into me three or four more times, then slumped on to me, breathing heavily. His hand had stopped stroking me, but clutched me firmly. "I think my dick is clean now,." I reached back to caress his butt. "Interesting wash cloth." We chuckled. Mark started stroking me, first gently. But I urged him on. "Rub me faster, Mark," I whispered. With his other arm clasping my little nuts through their soggy wrapping, Mark's hand was once again a flurry in my undies, stretching them beyond their limits. Soon, they ripped, but I didn't care, as he violently milked another orgasm from me, propelling me back into the depths of night. ================================== I heard a knocking, and then my dad's voice through a narrow opening in the door. "Boys, breakfast in 15." I groaned in reply, and Mark murmured something. I was curled around him, savoring my our nakedness under the covers. My morning wood pressed up between his firm, round buns, and I gently squeezed him with the arm I had draped across his chest. Mark murmured something again, and I kissed him between the shoulder blades. It was our usual morning routine on a sleepover, and he'd complain, while I'd pull him out of bed. We'd earned our slumber the previous night, after our passionate shower time, and then blowing each other to sleep in my bed. I wanted nothing more than to nuzzle his hardness with my lips, but we had to get up. No surfing that day, since I had to help my family get ready for a big barbecue, and Mark had chores to do at home before he could join us. So we stumbled into fresh briefs and t-shirts, took turns peeing, and joined my family at the breakfast table. Guests started arriving a little after noon. A bunch of Chris', Lori's and my friends came, many with their families, while friends of my parents brought their kids, as well. Within an hour of the barbecue lighting up, there were probably 40 people in the back, with most of the kids splashing around in the pool. Right after arriving, Mark and his sister ran upstairs to change into bathing suits. His dad Paul quickly found his happy place with my dad at the barbecue, and Paul's girlfriend helped my mom put out platters of food. Zach finally arrived when his parent dropped him off on their way to a hippie thing in the mountains. His voice had dropped and octave since school ended. He'd stopped by once after I got back from Europe, and we'd gotten caught up on news after his "salon" appointment with Lori. She'd introduced my 14-year-old friend to depilating with sugar wax. She would remove his small bush, ball and two or three ass hairs, then he'd wax her legs, pits and trim around her bush. It wasn't that he hated pubes, like my former boyfriend had. But he was dating Megan, a late-bloomer, and he wanted her to feel comfortable if they ever did it. While we'd been in Europe, he'd waxed himself twice, but did a crappy job. It didn't matter, because the farthest he'd gotten with Megan was stripping down to their underpants while making out, and getting each other off through their undies. As I'd find out later first hand, Megan was pretty sexy in just her panties. Unfortunately, her family was still away on vacation that day. Zach had been sad to hear about Jason dumping me, but really glad to hear about Mark. At the same time, Mark knew of my light sexual history with Zach, and didn't seem jealous. But I was still nervous when I introduced them. I needn't have worried. They were the two most casual friends I'd ever had, and I even caught Mark checking out Zach's ass when he bent over to pull a towel out of his overnight bag. "Busted," I murmured, and Mark got a little red-faced. "I just like his bathing suit." We chuckled. But Zach's beach volleyball-style trunks clunk nicely to his soft, bubble butt. The party went really well. The Hernandez family, Pedro's parents and siblings, all left early for a family barbecue down the coast. But most guests ate, drank, danced and swam until 7. A handful of my parents friends stayed on, sipping drinks and laughing. But the only kids were Jeremy, Zach, Mark, and Chris' friend Trevor, who were all staying the night. When the last stragglers left, my parents were pretty tipsy, and we took over cleaning up, while they went up to their room. I don't want to think about what was making the occasional thumping sounds coming from their room. Jeremy and Lori discretely left for her room. I'd already mentioned to Zach that my 10-year-old brother Chris was growing out of bedwetting, and we didn't have to dress in diapers any more to make my brother feel comfortable during sleepovers. So as we big boys joined the younger boys in the den, Zach made a point of snapping the elastic of Chris' thick, cotton training pants, exposed as his t-shirt was pulled up while lying on the floor to watch TV. "Looking good, dude!" Zach said. Chris beamed up at him. "Finally, huh?" We sat around and watched some junk movie with the Chris and Trevor for a while. Through the corner of my eye, I could see Trevor's hand slip under the front of Chris' training pants. The rhythmic clenching of his buns, outlined through his tight little boy briefs signaled that he was discretely grinding into the wall-to-wall carpet. I wasn't surprised when they soon got up and said good night. Zach moved over to the couch, and I admired his soft, slender legs, stretching down from beneath his bathing suit. He sat languidly on the end away from Mark and me, with his knees pulled up under the t-shirt. "Uh, so you guys are...?" "Yeah, we're, um, boyfriends. We met at Swim Team..." Mark said. "And we really dig each other," I finished the sentence. "Robin says you have a really cool girlfriend," Mark cautiously prompted Zach. "Yeah. She's awesome!" Zach launched into a 5-minute soliloquy about Meg, and I could sense Mark's relief, and I must admit I liked his possessiveness. "We haven't gotten very far, though," Zach admitted. Then he chucked. "But I have a rubber, just in case!" "You have a condom?" Mark and I said in unison. "Where'd you get it?" "My dad. The minute I started dating Meg, he gave me a box. He won't let me go anywhere without one. He says he doesn't want grandkids until I'm out of college." We all laughed. But then Mark said, "I've never seen one. Is it here?" I hadn't either, and was all too glad when Zach said it was upstairs in his bag. In a flash, we took turns brushing our teeth, peeing, and changing for bed. As I shut the door, and swapped out my board shorts for briefs, my friends were already in their undies. Mark was sitting shirtless on my bed. While Zach bent over to rummage through his bag, Mark was again checking out the back panel of my friend's briefs stretching across his creamy young buns. Mark saw me watching him, and we both snorted. "What?" Mark asked, still rummaging. "Go ahead, Mark," I said. "Just admiring the view, Zach," Mark replied. Zach looked back at us checking out his ass, and started laughing, noting the lump emerging in Mark's bone-white briefs. He shook his money maker at us and then stood up, and turned around. A lump pressed out of his snug, white undies, as well. I could feel my own pushing against my little baby blue underpants. Zach sat next to Mark, and i joined him on his other side. "Well, here it is," he said, holding up the rectangular foil wrapper, then unwrapping the the latex disk inside. "How do you put it on?" I asked. "Um, I haven't tried it yet, but my dad told me," Zach replied. "But you need to have a boner, first." We all giggled. Then Mark said, "Do you need some help?" Zach smiled. "Um, that would be really nice." Mark lightly slid his hand up and down Zach's slender, inner thigh, from his knees to just below the soft cotton bridge crossing between his legs. Zach shivered and sighed, and the lump in his undies swelled. "Just so you know, Mark, I'm not a...threat," Zach explained unnecessarily. "I know," Mark said quietly, and smiled at my friend, before kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad we're friends." Then Mark's fingers gently clasped Zach's boyhood by the cotton-cloaked tip, twirling around, before stroking his length. "Ohhh..." murmured Zach. "I haven't been touched by a boy in months." He loved boys as much as girls, and I could see the desire surge up into Mark's fingertips. I leaned over and gently kissed Zach on the lips, and then the cheek, while running my fingertips around his rock hard nipples. Mark pulled away from kissing Zach's neck and asked if he was ready. Zach nodded vigorously, with short, fast breaths. He stood to pull down his tight, white underpants, and when the gripping elastic pulled his slender 5 inches down, it quickly snapped back up, hitting Zach in his bald, depilated pubic mound. I think he'd grown at least half an inch over the summer, and goo was already emerging from his red circumcised mushroom cap. He sat back down, spreading his legs a little, and turning the condom to unroll in what I later learned was the correct direction. "I think it goes this way," he said, with slight uncertainty, then pressed it against his raging helmet. Starting to unroll it, he quickly stopped. "Oh, forgot." He pinched a little of the latex out from his pee hole. "You need to leave a little room so it doesn't burst." We were spellbound as the sheath slid down to the hairless base of Zach's adolescent boy pole. "Ta-da!" he said, and we giggled. Softly, I added, "Now we have to fill it!" And the other boys chuckled. Mark took Zach gently by his low-hanging, skinny, hairless scrotum. You could make out every veiny detail of his little sperm factories, before they were buried in Mark's massaging hand. Zach moaned, and his hands gently grasped both Mark and me through our underwear. As he gently rubbed me through my strangling cotton restraint, I gently stroked him with a thumb and index finger on either side of his quivering cock. "How does it feel?" I asked. "I don't feel much," Zach earnestly replied. "Can you hold me harder, please?" And I did. Soon, I was stroking him more forcefully with my palm and fingers, wishing it were his flesh rather than industrial whatever I felt. Mark and I were nibbling and kissing Zach's diamond hard nipples, making him groan. Then Mark knelt between Zach's knees, spreading them wider. Lower down, he kissed each nut he held so tenderly, then licked circles round and round each sexy sphere. Zach was breathing harder and begging me to stroke him faster, when his hand slid under the waistband of my undies, to grasp me hard around the shaft. Lost in a passionate fugue, he barely stroked me, just flexed and unflexed his iron grip. Then Mark took both of Zach's hairless nuts into his mouth, making him squeal. His voice broke as his barely croaked out a plea, "Faster, Robin!" "Tell us when you're going to cum," I reminded him. Within seconds, he groaned, "Now. NOW!" Mark pulled away from Zach's nuts, and I stroked my friend just at the base as we watched the head of his cock quickly submerge under a jet of thick boy milk. Then another jet filled the condom further, while Zach growled through gritting teeth. I felt two or three more surges, as i slowed my stroking then stopped to admire the goo-drowned shaft encased in its clear elastic aquarium. It quivered as Zach sighed, as we all watched his dick slowly deflate. "You look so hot when you cum," Mark whispered. I agreed. "Glad you liked it. But it didn't feel...right," Zach answered. I got Kleenex out, and we watched as Zach showed us how his dad said you were supposed to hold it by the base before pulling out of girl. Then, as he pulled it off, we could see why. Splatters of cum went everywhere. After Zach was clean, I whispered into Mark's ear about introducing our friend to something new. He smiled, and agreed, and quickly went to the bathroom to get a towel and wet washcloth. When I got back, I found Zach and Mark kissing passionately. As the door shut they both looked up and giggled, then started kissing again. Mark's hand was running up and down Zach's smooth, slender torso, from his bare, depilated pubic mound to his hard nipples, and was soon gently tweaking them. Zach had a hand cupping the front panel of Mark's soft, white briefs, and was slowly rubbing up and down, while my boyfriend spread his legs for easier access. Both were quietly moaning, and Zach's dick was inflating once again. My hand hand took Zach's other nipple between a thumb and forefinger, lightly pinching and rolling the rubbery brown nubbin, while kissing his shoulder and neck. Soon, I kissed down to his hardened cone and took it between my lips, nuzzling and licking and making Zach squirm. Then, I kissed down his soft, svelte tummy, around his navel, to his barren pubis. I began suckling the bald hillock to the base of his now fully-engorged boy rod. Licking round the base, I dragged my tongue down the skinny neck of flesh attaching his scrawny, low-hanging nut sack. Savoring the salty flavor of perspiration, I tickled every centimeter of each sensitive testicle, tightly wrapped in hairless skin. He loved having his balls sucked, and I spent long minutes gently bathing each one in my hot, wet, mouth. Zach's legs were quivering, as his cock gently rapped against the pale planes of pubic skin, a stream of goo connecting from his pee hole to his torso. Zach had already reached in Mark's downy briefs, and I could see the online of his knuckles slowly moving up and down the lily-white fly. Zach whined a brief protest as I left his nuts to stand up, and knelt between Mark's thighs, gently pulling his tight underpants down. He closed his knees for a moment so I could pull his undies off. Then he stopped kissing Zach's neck, and stood, then lifted me to my feet. Mark's thick 4 inches pulsated from his still hairless groin, while kissed me passionately. Zach watched wide eyed with renewed hunger, while Mark dropped to his knees and kissed the the head of my enraged boy dick through my very thin, very snug European bikini briefs. i sighed as he wrapped his mouth around my cotton-cloaked helmet, sucking and licking me through the cloth. Then, using only his lips, he nibbled up down my length, as it pounded against my strangling boy undies. As I shivered and could almost take no more, Mark used his teeth to grasp the waistband, and pulled my briefs down my thigh, letting the drop to my ankles. We whispered to each other, and I kissed him gently on the lips, before Mark crawled on the bed, to Zach's writhing, desperate dick. I heard the squelching sounds of my boyfriend slathering Zach's adolescent wonder tool with saliva. As I reached into my drawer and pulled out my boy-sized German dildo, Zach and Mark repositioned, with Mark's knees spread above the other boy's shoulders, so they could each feast on succulent boyhood. Gently, I rolled them over, so that Zach was on top. Licking up and down Zach's 5 inches, Mark winked at me, and his lips slightly curled in a smile. Then, his eyes clenched shut, and he gasped, and I knew Zach was doing something exquisite to Mark's young 13-year-old dick. I knelt between Zach's spread legs and licked the underside of each of his balls, which had contracted toward his body. As I got the the backside of his base, I nuzzled on the outside of his perineum, sucking for a few moments, then dragged my tongue up his salty, still pool-chlorinated love valley. Spreading his creamy, soft globes, I spent long minutes tasting his passion sweat, then twirled round his tight rose bud. Slowly, gently, I opened him up, getting my tip in. When I tasted an earth flavor, I puled back and quietly spat. Weirdly, though I love ass play, I'm still grossed out by that hole's other use. Wetting my hands with lube, I reached under to fondle Zach's nut sack, slathering his hot little orbs until I heard him moan again, then traced up his canal to lubricate his right little ring. I took my time working in first one and then the other finger, and the other boys had to take a couple of breaks from their oral feasting to stop from cumming. When I'd finger fucked Zach for a few minutes, I wiped my fingers on the cloth, then lubed the dildo. Slowly, I worked it in, and when it popped through Zach's little round doorway, he gasped. I waited a moment, then slowly drove it home. Though heavy breath, Zach whispered, "Whatever that is, Robin, it's so much better than my hair brush!" Hairbrush?! Why had that never occurred to me?! After it was fully in, I signaled Mark, who nodded with a mouthful of cock. Then I crawled to the other end of the shaking, pumping boys, and slowly pushed Mark's knees up toward his tummy. Zach pulled off of the tip of Mark's penis, which he'd been suckling like a middle school pacifier. He immediately understood, and repositioned his arms to the the underside of Mark's slender, muscular thighs, to pinion the boy up, before going on all fours. I slide a pillow under Mark's head, then, knelt to admire my boyfriends clenching little boy hole. I couldn't have been harder, and I couldn't wait to skewer his tender bottom, so I spent only a few minutes kissing and licking his tight little ring. Then I slicked my fingers and greased his anus, working my fingers within. I'd been fingering him for only moments before Mark quietly heaved, "Please, just fuck me, Robin!" I was as desperate, and aligned my lubed and aching little love wand against his tightly elastic center. Pressing slowly in, I felt Mark's finger's grasp me by my skinny little cheeks and pull me in. I popped though quickly, and I heard a muffled growl. I rested a moment, but Mark couldn't wait. "Pump it, Robin. Fuck me NOW!" he whispered urgently. I pushed in even further, until I knew I was rubbing his love button, then I pulled back out, almost to the tip. Mark gurgled something, and I slid back into his tightly gripping bowels. They wrapped around me like a hot, buttered glove. Before I pulled back out again, I heard a familiar buzzing sound, and knew Mark had turned on the vibrator. There was a muffled howl of pain, but it was from Mark. Then, Zach pulled off Mark to gasp. "Sorry, man! Couldn't. Help. It!' He must have accidentally bitten my boyfriend. Gripping Mark by his firm, slender hips, I started grinding harder, thrusting my dick deeper and faster into the warmth gripping me like nothing else. The room filled with slick, moist squelching and slapping. The sweat from my thighs joined Zach's, running down into Mark's dampening, raven hair. I slowed and stopped once or twice, trying to hold off the inevitable, but there's no stopping a young boy's dam from bursting, now matter how dry the stream. And it was only hastened when I heard Zach growl a warning to Mark. "Gonna cum, man. Gonna cum so fucking hard." Only seconds later he was shouting lungfuls, without using his vocal cords. The moist sounds from the two other boys slowed and stopped. The vibrator silenced. Then, a moment later, I felt Zach's long hair brushing up and down my thighs again, and heard him sucking Mark harder, and faster. I was pounding Mark for all I was work, spanking his hard, round bottom with my pelvis, when I heard Mark heave, but his mouth still seemed full. I didn't bother thinking about that, as his bowels clenched around me, pulling my orgasm from deep within. The explosive fire erupted as I felt Mark's ass tighten again for a second time, and I thrust as deeply as I could plow. The white itchy flame blew out from within and behind my tight little nut sack, as I gave up my infinitesimal little load into Mark's tight bottom. Typically, I'd been holding my breath, stifling a shriek that had been building from the moment my little pubescence had impaled that pert little behind. And as galaxies ripped apart behind my eyes, and within my straining boyhood, I fell into darkness.