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Being Bobby's Face Fuck By Justin Davis
Bobby was really a rather nondescript and typical eleven-year-old the first time I laid eyes upon him. I lived a little over a block away, I was fourteen at the time, and there were a couple of guys that I knew from school that lived across the street from him, Billy and Roy.
Billy was in my same grade, the eighth, and Roy was in the seventh.
Already, at the age of fourteen, I had not only discovered that I was attracted to guys but I had also been having mutual masturbation sessions and oral sex with a guy a couple of years younger than me that lived down the street from me. Sadly, that had ended when he and his family moved from the neighborhood to a different area of town the summer between my seventh and eighth grade year.
Billy and I were not what you would call close friends, nor was Roy for that matter. In fact, even though I would eventually wind up sucking Roy's cock off and on all throughout high school, our relationship was mostly one of convenience for both him and me. However, that's another story.
It was at Billy's house that most of the kids for a couple of blocks around would gather to catch the school bus. So, it was in the fall of my ninth grade year that I laid eyes upon Bobby for the first time, his family having just moved into a house that was located across the street from Billy and Roy.
Lanky, with black hair buzzed short, most of us wore our hair short in those days, Bobby was really nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, I hardly gave him a second thought, him being younger and all. However, that would change down the road.
It was the summer between my eighth and ninth grade year, as I remember it was the later part of June, and I had ridden my bike over to Roy's house only to discover that he wasn't home. It was as I was heading back toward my house that I ran into Billy and Bobby who were walking back from the corner grocery store. I stopped and we chatted a bit, what about I don't remember, and then Billy mentioned that the two of them were going swimming.
I don't remember what comment I made but I do remember that I had assumed that they were talking about the city swimming pool. It was then that Billy informed me that they weren't going there but to the creek. Now all of us kids knew about the little creek that ran through the large stand of woods that was located about a quarter mile from the neighborhood. However, the times I had briefly explored the area it had never struck me that there was ever enough water flowing in the creek to do more than just wet your feet up to your ankles. So, I must have made a remark to that effect.
It was then that Billy informed me that there was a place further down the creek where the water pooled deep enough where you could splash around and that he and Bobby had already been there a couple of times since school had let out for the summer. Curious as to where the place was, I accepted the invitation to go with them.
I waited for the two to get their bikes and in no time we were peddling toward the woods and then down the wooded path toward the creek. We left our bikes near the creek bank and I followed Billy and Bobby as we worked our way through the trees and brush down the creek.
Sure enough, about a quarter mile or so from where we had left our bikes the creek did indeed form a pool that appeared deep enough and large enough to splash around in.
It was when we stripped off our clothes, and we were naked, that I saw Billy's dick for the first time as well as Bobby's. Now, I was pretty well endowed for my age, already having six inches when hard, but Billy was horse hung. In fact, his flaccid, uncircumcised, penis was as big around and almost as long as mine was when erect. Bobby, on the other hand, had a circumcised button for a peter and was totally hairless of course.
"His is bigger than yours," Bobby commented, stating the obvious.
"Uh, yeah," I replied. "Mine gets bigger when it's hard," I added, trying to make myself feel a little less insecure.
"Yeah, mine don't grow much when it gets hard," Billy commented.
Basically, for all intents and purposes, that was all that was said about anything sexual and we entered the cool water of the creek and splashed and horsed around in the water for some time.
Eventually, Billy announced that he was ready to go home and got out of the water and began to put on his clothes. Bobby on the other hand didn't want to leave and announced he was going to stay for awhile longer and I agreed that I wasn't ready to go either. So, Billy dressed and headed back toward where we had parked the bikes and Bobby and I continued to splash around in the creek.
"How much bigger does yours get?" Bobby eventually asked, pointing at my dick while we stood thigh deep in the water.
"Uh, about like that," I replied, using my fingers to indicate about six inches.
"Wow! I wanna see," Bobby replied.
"Uh, okay," I replied, and began to slowly jerk on my dick.
"Billy does that too. Can you shoot cum?" Bobby asked as he watched.
"Of course," I replied, my dick beginning to harden.
"Billy shoots a lot," Bobby commented, his eyes focused on my dick.
"Yeah, well I shoot a lot, too," I replied.
"Take your hand off and let me see," Bobby said.
I took my hand off my now hard cock and put both hands on my hips.
"Yeah, it's not as long as Billy's but it's as big around. I wanna see you shoot cum," Billy said.
"Uh, okay I replied," for I was always ready for a good wank. "You gotta do it with me though. Let's get out of the water," I added and headed up the bank of the creek.
"Yeah, okay," Bobby replied, and as soon as we were on the creek bank he started fingering his little button of a peter while I slowly stroked mine.
It wasn't long and Bobby's peter was hard. It was, I guessed, just a little short of three inches and he began to stroke it with his full hand the same as I was doing mine, though his peter was really too small to get a very good wank doing it that way.
"It'll feel better if you do yours like this," I suggested, taking just my fingers and jacking the top part of my dick.
"Oh! Yeah, it does feel better," Bobby said, as he began to do it the way I had showed him.
For awhile, the two of us stood facing each other a few feet apart and jerked off, each watching the other as we did so.
"You gonna shoot now?" Bobby asked as my breathing began to get heavier.
"Yeah, pretty soon," I said, increasing the speed of my stroking, for I could already feel the sensations getting stronger and stronger.
Bobby, on the other hand, just continued to jack his dink with his fingers and really didn't seem to show any of the signs that he was about to cum at all.
"Oh yeah! I'm gonna do it! Here goes!" I exclaimed, and turned my body a little bit so that I wouldn't squirt my stuff on Bobby.
"Wow! That was far!" Bobby exclaimed, as my knees buckled and the first blast shot from my dick and landed a good six feet away making a loud splat on the dried leaves as it did so.
There were a couple of other big splats and then there were just small squirts as I milked my balls dry. Then, it was as I was shaking the last dribbles off of my cock that I noticed Bobby had quit jacking and was just watching.
"That was a lot. You ready to go now?"
"Uh, what about you? You ain't gonna cum?" I replied.
"Uh, I can't squirt. I'm too young," he replied.
"You mean you ain't ever cummed?" I asked.
"I can't. I'm not old enough," he said.
It was then that it hit me that Bobby had probably never had an orgasm and probably thought you had to be able to ejaculate for masturbation to be any fun at all. Which, of course, was totally wrong.
"Look, you can cum just like I did but you won't squirt anything. But, it'll feel real good," I said.
"Really?"
"Yeah! Look, I'm gonna show yah," I said, and walked over toward where Bobby stood and got in behind him. "Now, just enjoy it," I then said, as I grabbed hold of his still hard little peter and began to jack it with my fingers.
It wasn't but about a minute or so until Bobby's breathing began to get heavier.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"It feels good! It ain't ever felt good like this," Bobby replied.
"Just wait, it's gonna happen and you are gonna love it," I said, already feeling Bobby's peter getting harder in my fingers.
Of course, It was only a matter of about thirty more seconds or so until Bobby came.
"Oh gosh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh!" Bobby wailed, and as his knees buckled I grabbed him with my arm to hold him up while I continued to jack him and finish him off.
For sure, that was Bobby's first cum and afterward he was as excited about it as if someone had just given him a brand new bike. He had mimicked Billy a few times when they had gone to the creek and he knew that it felt good to play with your peter. However, somehow he had gotten the idea that all there was to jerking off was shooting cum. Now, he knew different. Years later, he would always remind me that I was the first one to really show him about jerking off.
We moved to another neighborhood, about a half-mile away, shortly after that and I would rarely see Bobby, except on those occasions when he would be outside with his bud that lived next door. Normally, I would say hello as I rode by on my bike on my way to Roy's house, and there were only a couple of occasions where I actually stopped and talked to him. It was on one of those occasions that he informed me that he had shown his bud Freddy how to jerk off and I got the impression that they were doing it together a lot. Other than for a brief hello as I rode by on my bike and he was out in the yard, it would be almost three years before there would be any more than that.
If there is a textbook case of the metamorphosis of a gangly kid into a teenage hunk it would have to be Bobby and it seemed to happen over night. I suspect that was the case because Roy and his family moved to the country. Since there wasn't any need to go over to the old neighborhood to visit Roy I just didn't go. I either saw Roy at school or when I was allowed to borrow the car and drive the five miles outside of town to visit him, something that usually always resulted in us fooling around and me eventually sucking him off.
Naturally, since I didn't go over to the old neighborhood I didn't see Bobby at all and one summer day when I did I was shocked. He was shooting hoops in his driveway stripped to the waist. His upper torso was extremely well toned and his stomach had the "abs from hell." He had grown almost a foot in height and the dark wisps of hair under his arms showed that he was well on his way into puberty. Although fourteen, he looked older. What a difference three years had made.
That particular day, I had borrowed mom's car and I don't remember to this day why I was in the old neighborhood. However, I do remember that I immediately wanted a better look and stopped the car even with Bobby's driveway and got out. He smiled, recognizing me immediately.
To digress for a moment, because it is important to what happened next, at that particular time there were three guys that I had been sucking off on a regular basis. Roy, which I have already mentioned, and two other guys. One was in Bobby's grade but went to a different school and lived only two houses down from me. The other was a grade ahead of Bobby and lived across town. In short, I was developing a liking for the "younger stuff."
For some time Bobby and I sat on the back steps of the house and talked. I found out that he had been working for an uncle loading watermelons and that he was working out with weights, which explained his muscular development. Somewhere in the context of the conversation he brought up the incident at the creek years before and nonchalantly informed me that he could shoot cum now, something which I had figured was the case. Then, he informed me that there was this girl that he was really hoping to get to fuck and he would beat off thinking about fucking her. I don't know why, but it was at that point that I decided I was going to have to have some of Bobby for myself. So, since it was a hot afternoon, I brought up the idea of going to the creek and Bobby said he knew a better place, his uncle's stock pond that was located on some property his uncle was leasing about six miles out of town. He got permission and we went.
I can't say enough about how good Bobby looked naked after we stripped off our clothes. No little boy dink and marble-sized balls protruded from the dark bush of pubes. No, his flaccid penis was almost as long as mine was and his walnut-sized balls hung low. Immediately, my cock began to surge at the sight and I quickly dove into the water to hide my hardening member.
For some time, we splashed and horsed around in the water and then Bobby got out and I followed him.
"Looks like your dick is trying to get hard," he commented, forcing me to look down at my semi-flaccid member.
"Uh, yeah!" I replied.
"So, you wanna jerk off?"
"Uh, yeah I guess," I replied, knowing full well I wanted to do more than that.
So, the two of us lay back upon the grass by the pond and began to wank and soon I was looking over at six inches of the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.
"It's bigger than last time, huh?" Bobby asked, taking his hand off of his dick so I could get a good look.
"Yeah! A lot bigger," I replied.
"So, you ever trade out?" Bobby asked.
"Wadda yah mean?" I asked.
"You know, jerk each other at the same time," he replied.
"Uh, yeah. I've done that before," I said.
"Good, you do mine and I'll do yours," he said, and scooted closer.
For awhile, we stroked each other's dicks and then I figured I'd go for broke.
"Say, you really serious about wanting to fuck that girl?" I asked, taking my hand off of Bobby's dick.
"Hell yeah!" Bobby replied, letting go of mine.
"So, what you gonna do?" I asked.
"Shit! Just get on top I guess," Bobby replied.
"Yeah, but you ain't ever done it before," I said.
"Well, I guess I'll just figure it out," Bobby replied.
"You could get practice," I said.
"How?" Bobby asked.
"Well, I know of a way but you can't tell anybody," I replied.
"Like what?" Bobby asked.
"You can practice by fucking my mouth," I said.
"Fuck your mouth? Oh man! That's queer shit!" Bobby exclaimed, making my heart sink a bit.
"Hey, I'd do it for you. I wouldn't do it for anyone else though," I lied.
"You'd suck my dick?"
"Yeah, if you don't tell."
"Oh man! I don't know."
"Well, that's okay if you don't want to."
For a few moments Bobby sat and just looked at me.
"Yeah, okay. You can suck me," he eventually said.
"You gotta promise not to tell," I replied.
"I promise," he said.
"Okay, I'm gonna lay down and I want you to get over me so you can fuck my mouth. Just pretend it's a pussy," I said, as I lay back upon the grass.
Needless to say, Bobby quickly positioned himself and for a moment I stared at six inches of hard, beautiful, dick. Then, I put my hands around that wasp waist of his and pulled him toward my mouth.
"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah!" Bobby exclaimed as he began to thrust.
Needless to say, I was in heaven as he gasped and moaned lustily as he fucked away at my mouth. Sadly, Bobby didn't last long that first time, for when he discovered he could fuck his cock all the way down my throat, I had had plenty of practice taking Roy's seven incher, he went wild and fucked like a mad man.
"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Arrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!" Bobby soon exclaimed, and my mouth was immediately flooded with the first blast of his sperm.
As cum goes, to this day I rank Bobby's at the top of the list in taste. Always, it had a somewhat sweet taste to it and I got to taste a lot of it over the next four years.
Over that time, when I was in high school, there wasn't a month that went by that I wasn't sucking Bobby's cock and swallowing his load. Most times it was at least twice in the course of a month, sometimes three. By the time I graduated from high school Bobby was totally willing to lay back and let me slurp on his cock all I wanted. However, he always wanted to get off by fucking my face. It was his favorite way to do it and when I went off to college we would always got together any time I was home for a holiday or for the summer.
As straight as they come, Bobby did get to fuck that girl eventually, and several others over the next years, and he always credited me with him knowing what to do because he was fucking my mouth. Naturally, I took great pride in that as well getting the deep satisfaction that I was really the one that had gotten his cherry as far as fucking something was concerned and that he was most definitely fucking my mouth more often than he was any cunt.
"Hey, you wanna go for a ride?" I'd ask over the phone.
"Hell yeah!" Bobby would reply, and ten or fifteen minutes later we'd be on some lonely dirt road and I'd be slurping on his dick and then he would fuck my face.
Bobby was seventeen and I was twenty the last time we did anything. Again it was in the summer and I was home from college. More mature by then, and experienced, the face fuck lasted for a long time before his now eight inches of cock was spewing forth a load that had increased greatly in quantity and forced me to have to swallow each blast quickly before the next one filled up my mouth.
I'll always remember Bobby and being his own personal cum dump over those years and there is no telling how much of his sperm that I swallowed. Naturally, I loved every minute of it. As a matter of fact, getting my face fucked became one of my favorite ways for me to get any of my sexual partners off and I have Bobby to thank for that.
The End