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Encounters with Bobby (part 1)
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Encounters with Bobby
Part 1
Bobby was 12 and quite small for his age. He had very curly blond
hair, china blue eyes, and looked like a choirboy. He was anything
but a choirboy, however. Bobby was always into mischief. He was the
sort of boy who would stir things up and lead other kids into
trouble,
yet never get in trouble himself. He was a superlative liar and
adroit at deflecting blame from himself. Bobby also had asthma and
was allergic to cats.
One night Bobby, his 10-year-old brother George, and another boy,
8-year-old Gary, were spending the night at my house. They had
become
regulars at my place and often slept over. We had engaged in a lot
of
pantsing and dirty talk, and once we took turns showing our boners to
each other. Bobby's boner made me drool. He was on the verge of
puberty despite his young looks, and he had exactly five hairs on his
pubs, all on one side, to the left just above his three-inch dick,
with its smooth ruddy complexion, a reddish purple line running
around
the head to outline it.
On this particular night, he and the other boys had jumped me and
held
me down on the couch while they pulled my sweat pants off. I never
wear underwear when the boys are over, and they knew it. I let them
take my pants and get an eyeful, then Gary brought them back to me.
But Bobby had been the ringleader in this, and in retrospect I can
see
that he was really interested in my dick that particular night.
A little later Bobby came out of the bathroom with his pants around
his ankles. I thought he had his jockeys on, but couldn't see
because
his shirt hung below his groin. All three of us were looking at him
and laughing, and he was smiling. Suddenly he pulled the hem of his
shirt up and there he was, sticking straight up, no jockeys! (They
must have been tangled in his pants). As we watched and laughed, he
did a little dance and showed us his fine dick. Boy, did that stir
me
up!
As the evening progressed, the three boys were in their shirts and
their jockeys, playing in the house and watching TV. It was a cold,
rainy, winter night. After a time, George and Gary were in the spare
room playing with the computer, and I was laying on the couch, a big
L-shaped sectional, watching TV.
Bobby came in and asked if he could watch with me. I said yes. He
stretched out next to me, which is a little unusual. Ordinarily I
would lay on the long section and the boy who wanted to (they vied
for
this) would sit in the seat immediately next to me on the other
section. My instincts were that something wonderful was going to
happen. My cock started to get hard as Bobby's nearly naked young
body stretched out along side me.
As we watched TV and my cock continued to stiffen, I lifted my left
knee to hide it a bit. Bobby lifted his right knee next to it. I
couldn't resist, so I put my hand on his smooth knee and started
lightly rubbing the inside of the knee. Bobby did not resist this
intimacy.
I didn't expect him to. Fondling the nonsexual parts of the boys'
bodies was something I accustomed them to as much as possible. But I
let my hand wander slowly up his inner thigh, taking my time, not
sensing any resistance or real surprise from the boy. After a few
minutes, I was stroking his thigh almost into his crotch and he had
slightly angled his leg toward me, giving me better access. Then
George came into the room to ask a question about the computer. I
slipped my hand up toward the knee as soon as I heard him coming. I
was not worried because the couch and my body blocked his view of
what
I had been doing anyway.
After a short dialogue, George went back to playing computer games
with Gary. And I went back to playing thigh games with Bobby. As my
hand again approached his smooth crotch, I noticed his continued
acceptance of my ministrations. After stroking into the meeting
place
of thigh and torso for a few minutes, I decided to do what my
instincts told me this was all about. I simply laid my palm directly
on the crotch of his Jockey shorts. I was not surprised, nor
disappointed. He was hard, and he accepted it with no reaction at
all.
I began to rub up and down a bit, and ran my fingers along his thigh
while still covering his cloth-encased rod. After a bit my finger
wandered under the legband and stroked the side of his corrugated
scrotum. Over the next few minutes I grew bolder, finally slipping
my
finger in further and stroking his scrotum, feeling his young balls
roll within the tightening bag.
After a few minutes, I pulled his straining cock out through the
legband and began to stroke Bobby's naked flesh unimpeded by the
cotton of his Jockey's. I caressed his hard, hot cock with tender
fingers. My fingers roamed deliriously over his hot, smooth
genitals.
At this point, George came back to ask another question about the
computer. I slipped my hand up Bobby's leg to his knee again, but
didn't cover up his cock. George left after just a minute, unaware
of
what was going on, and I returned my hand to Bobby's crotch. He had
left himself uncovered, which I took as consent to continue.
After a few more minutes of masturbating him, I shifted my position
and bent down. I intended to take that sweet, hot cock into my
mouth,
but Bobby reacted suddenly, putting his hands on my head and holding
it away from his groin. I tried to lick his cock several times, but
he resisted each time. Finally, I returned to stroking his young
flesh.
Suddenly, George and Gary both came into the living room, and I
slipped my hand up to Bobby's knee again, talking to the boys to
distract them. Bobby covered himself before they could see. The
boys
had finished playing with the computer and wanted to watch a
videotape, so I figured my fun was over for the evening. Sure
enough,
within a few minutes, Bobby got up and left the room.
The two smaller boys were sitting in front of the TV, so I turned the
lights off so all could concentrate on the movie. A few minutes
later, Bobby came back into the living room with a sleeping bag, and
I
figured he'd join the other boys on the floor. To my surprise he
didn't. Instead he laid the sleeping bag out on the other section of
the couch with the head of the bag next to me. Then he slipped into
the bag, wearing only his jockey shorts, lay on his right side, and
put his head on my chest!
After only a minute, I decided to check it out and slipped my hand
down inside the bag. No opposition. I stroked his back, savoring
the
smooth skin, smelling the sweet hair and stroking it with my other
hand. I worked my way down, again with no opposition and encountered
the band of his jockey shorts. After tracing my fingers along the
band a bit, I slipped my finger tips under it; no reaction from the
boy. I slipped my whole hand inside his shorts, and slid my palm
across his sweet, smooth, asscheeks.
Again encountering no hint of opposition, I slid the shorts down in
back as far as I could reach, so the band was hooked at the base of
his butt, then slid my hand around the top of his thigh and hooked my
thumb under the band in front, sliding the underwear down in front as
well. It hung up a bit under the leg he was laying on, but I worked
it down awkwardly until the shorts were stalled at the top of his
thighs. Since he didn't aid me any in this, I couldn't get them down
to his knees or further, but it was enough. I began to slide my hand
around his silky smooth abdomen, and began to stroke and tickle his
lovely cock and testicles.
This continued for a very long time. I wasn't really masturbating
him
but slipping a finger or two all around, stroking him in all the
accessible areas of his front. After a long time, maybe half an
hour,
I thought I could feel the slightest bit of moisture at his cockhead.
I began slipping my finger along it and across the top, playing with
the little slit. In a few more minutes, Bobby began to move, slowly,
slowly, sliding over on his side so that he began to lay on his back,
his head still on my chest, all three boys apparently watching the
movie intently.
As he slid into this position on his back, I was able to push his
jockeys down further, giving me access to his whole crotch, and I
began to stroke his inner thighs again, and slid my palm repeatedly
over his excited penis. He spread his thighs more and I slipped my
whole hand across his genitals, slipping my fingers to the
delightful,
secret, satin skin behind his balls. He was responding erotically to
this manipulation for the first time! He began to shove up against
my
hand, and after one or two shoves I could feel his orgasm. He bucked
hard -- again and again -- and held his pulsing little boner against
my hand! Then, slowly, he relaxed and let himself fall back into the
cushions.
After a minute he got up and moved as far away on the couch as he
could. I figured his post orgasmic letdown had him feeling guilty,
but I wasn't especially concerned. Bobby was not the sort of boy to
let his conscience get in the way of his fun. I figured he'd say
nothing and come back for more at some later time. I didn't realize
how soon that would be.
Bobby complained about his allergies and asthma, saying my kitten's
hair (which, I admit, is everywhere, on everything) was making it
hard
to breathe. I suggested he take a shower to get the hair off and
wrap
himself in a clean sheet to keep cat hairs off him. He hit the
shower
and came back in 10 or 15 minutes, lay on the couch all clean and dry
and wrapped in the sheet.
After a bit, I told the boys it was past midnight and time for bed.
To my surprise, Bobby announced his intention to sleep on the couch
rather than with the other boys in the spare room. Well, I have
never
permitted this and said no, but he said there was too much cat hair
in
the spare room. I didn't believe that had anything to do with it. I
thought, instead, that Bobby wanted to be someplace where the other
boys were not...some place where I could get access to him -- or so I
surmised! So I made an exception. George and Gary complained
bitterly that Bobby was given this privilege, but I made them all go
to bed, and told them not to worry about Bobby. I was going to take
care of him, and they should just follow the rules as always.
About 10 minutes later the boys were in bed, the lights were out, and
I was standing in the living room, "checking on" Bobby. He was lying
on his stomach, wrapped in the sheet, not speaking in the darkness.
I
knelt down at the side of the couch, slipped my hand under his 63-
pound body and felt his cock. It was hard!
That was about all I needed. I slipped my hands under the sheet at
the back of his legs and pushed the sheet up to mid-thigh. Then I
let
my hands run up the soft skin to his butt. In a minute I had his
shorts in my grasp and began to pull them down, thinking I'd get them
down in back before I turned him over to finish the job. There was
no
need. He gave no resistance, and the shorts slid down all the way to
his ankles without effort. I pulled them off his feet, leaving the
boy naked under the sheet.
All this time, Bobby was feigning sleep. I could hear the other boys
talking in the bedroom. I tried to roll Bobby over onto his back,
but
there was no room. While he wasn't resisting, he wasn't cooperating.
I got him rolled onto his side and slipped my hands up to his sweet
goodies, pulling the sheet up as I did. In a moment, I had a hand
cupped under his balls, another cupped behind his straining young
cock. His genitals lay lewdly exposed in my palms. Bobby was still
pretending oblivion, but I knew it was pretense. I bent my head down
to nuzzle his silky little rod. After a moment, I decided to take
the
plunge, and I slipped my mouth down on the straining erection.
To my surprise, it jumped up in my mouth at the first contact, which
excited me enormously! I didn't think he could get any harder! I
began sucking up and down on the sweet boy cock, savoring the velvet-
iron flesh. Then I let his gleaming erection loose and began to lick
his hairless balls. I took his whole sack in my mouth and carefully
rolled them around in my mouth. As I returned to his cock, Gary
called from the bedroom, demanding to know how Bobby was.
Pretty damn sweet, I thought to myself, but told him loudly "Gary,
you
go to sleep, and let me take care of Bobby!" And, I added silently,
I'll really take care of him!
Gary, on the other hand was insistent. Fearing he'd come into the
living room, I left Bobby on the couch and went into the bedroom to
talk to Gary.
When I finally got the younger boy calmed down and well on the road
to
sleep, I again emerged into the dark living room and found Bobby
laying once again on his stomach. But he had not pulled his sheet
down, so his bare buns were sticking out. Thinking he really wasn't
ready to be sucked or he'd have been on his back, I began to rub his
lovely rear. Then I thought to myself, "In for a penny, in for a
pound." I spread his sweet cheeks and played with his tight little
knot. It was so tight I couldn't get a finger started into it.
Spreading the cheeks even further, I suddenly shoved my head into his
crack, my own cheeks pressed tightly into those of the 12-year-old.
No opposition, so I began to lick at the lovely pucker, then opened
my
mouth wide and sealed my lips against him, sucking in a little to
create a vacuum. I then licked the clean little hole, pushing my
tongue in and out, savoring the taste. It was literally the
slickest,
sweetest skin I'd ever tasted. The little hole began to loosen under
my insistent assault, and the boy spread his legs just a little,
giving me a little better access. After sucking for several minutes,
I slipped the fingers of one hand under to toy with his sack and roll
his lovely smooth balls, and used a finger of the other hand to probe
gently at the wet hole, now feeling the asslips yield to my gentle
prodding.
Still, I didn't want to force this situation, I wanted to be sure the
boy was willing. So I spoke to him and asked him if he wanted me to
go ahead; his reply was unintelligible, though later I realized he
was
asking what I was going to do...unsure that he wanted me to go on, I
finally said, " I can't tell if you're enjoying this or not...if you
want me to keep this up, come into my bedroom and close the door."
Then I got up and left the room, laying in my bed, and pulling my
sweat pants off, freeing my dripping cock. After 10 or 15 minutes,
during which I shot off a load to calm myself down, I began to drift
off to sleep, sure Bobby would not be coming. Then, just as I was
about to fall into slumber, I heard him calling my name.
"Yeah, Bobby?" He was at the door.
"Do you know where my inhaler is?"
He was standing there, naked except for his shorts, which he had
retrieved. I was almost fooled and got up to find the flashlight to
see if we could find it. I saw him staring at my hard cock, then I
realized. He didn't want the inhaler. He wanted to come into the
room, but wasn't quite willing to make his horny desires explicit.
"It's ok," I said. Lay down here on the bed and I'll help you out."
With that, I walked over to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and
guided him to the side of my kingsize waterbed. With a casual
movement, I slipped his shorts down to his ankles. He was fully
engorged. Bobby didn't say anything, but just stepped out of his
shorts and lay down on the bed on his back!
I slipped into the bed next to him. Both of us were naked. Only a
single reading light cast a dim light on that choirboy's porcelain
skin. I began to caress his sweet body. He closed his eyes, and my
hands roamed freely over his entire body for the first time. I
spread
his legs and started stroking his thighs, crotch, scrotum, and
swollen
soldier. I toyed with his little clump of pubic hairs.
Finally, I swallowed his straining cock, and began to lave it with my
tongue, then sucked up and down. As I did, I prodded again at his
private hole, and my fingertip went in, to the first joint. He
didn't
react, but I felt the lips of his sweet jewel clinging to my finger
and felt his pulse in the tender channel. As I continued to suck,
his
anus slowly became accustomed to the invasion, and my finger sank
deeper and deeper into his sweet, hot hole.
Finally, I could feel his impending orgasm as his ass muscles began
to
squeeze my finger. Then at last he bucked his hips, shoving his
lower
abdomen against my face. I felt his cock pulse and his rectum clench
and squeeze my finger, the pulsing in the velvety skin between anus
and balls, the taut muscles contracting in his sweet smooth crotch!
It was glorious!!
Bobby slept with me all night, watched me shoot off half a dozen
times
under this intense stimulation, and even stroked my penis and balls.
I brought to him several orgasms and explored his rectum at length
with my fingers and tongue. I licked almost every inch of his smooth
body. I found countless ways to excite him, to keep him so
constantly
stimulated that he couldn't stop me from coaxing him to orgasm after
orgasm. We had many more encounters thereafter, but none of them was
as exciting to me as that first night. Still, you may find those
stories interesting and in due time I'll write them. Many are yet to
come. As was Bobby!
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